A song began to play through the darkness. Chakotay and Kathryn, as she'd decided to be called on this occasion, walked out onto the floor.
As the song tinkled out it's soft introductory notes, Chakotay bowed to Kathryn. "May I have this dance?" he asked.
She nodded and moved into his arms. The words began; the song was of a long-ago forgotten genre known as country. Kathryn felt herself melt into Chakotay, and they swayed softly. She listened to the words as a pleasant male voice sang them through the holodeck.
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores.. and
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide.. yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
And there's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all.. yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
'Til the river runs dry
The song ended, and Chakotay was suddenly aware that he felt moisture seeping in on his shoulder. He looked down to see that Kathryn was crying, repeating the words softly to herself. "I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry... I'll never reach my destination if I never try, so I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry."
Chakotay realized that the song had hit home with her. Still holding her gingerly, he guided her over to a seat by a table. He pulled another chair up next to hers and snaked his arm around her shoulders. She leaned onto his shoulder and continued to sob. Chakotay held her reassuringly. "We'll make it home. I promise."
As the song tinkled out it's soft introductory notes, Chakotay bowed to Kathryn. "May I have this dance?" he asked.
She nodded and moved into his arms. The words began; the song was of a long-ago forgotten genre known as country. Kathryn felt herself melt into Chakotay, and they swayed softly. She listened to the words as a pleasant male voice sang them through the holodeck.
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores.. and
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide.. yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
And there's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all.. yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
'Til the river runs dry
The song ended, and Chakotay was suddenly aware that he felt moisture seeping in on his shoulder. He looked down to see that Kathryn was crying, repeating the words softly to herself. "I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry... I'll never reach my destination if I never try, so I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry."
Chakotay realized that the song had hit home with her. Still holding her gingerly, he guided her over to a seat by a table. He pulled another chair up next to hers and snaked his arm around her shoulders. She leaned onto his shoulder and continued to sob. Chakotay held her reassuringly. "We'll make it home. I promise."