A/N: Random Wilson poem.

Listen to "My Weakness" by Moby to set the mood.

Please R&R. Thanks.

Weakness

Wilson dreams of whales.

They swim

Above him in the water light,

And he floats

On the floor,

Underneath the smooth shadows of sting rays,

So deep

No one

Can splash him away.

He shuts his eyes

And sleeps,

Hearing

Voices come from everywhere,

Running, rushing to him

Like the whale songs.

And here he feels

Infinite.

He sees

A world

Where men don't need legs

To fly.

Whales cast

Their shadows arching

On his still

Heart.

He listens.

They sing.

The light

Comes through distorted

As if he's encased

In his own cathedral

Of stain glass.

He waits.

To be found.

He hears love

In the right language.