(I apologize for the format. I could not get the poem to come out single spaced. The horizontal rules are to indicate where there should be breaks.) This poem was altered slightly from the original 1978 version which was originally published in 1983 in the fanzine Sahndara 1.
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Sandra Gray
Amok Time
Memories of you intrude; thoughts prey on my mind.
You and me in younger days; in forgotten times.
But something more calls to me now from out of the past;
Opens the door to a plak-tow-won't let me rest.
Vulcan need
Vulcan blood
Vulcan love
Is calling to me.
I can feel it growing stronger every day.
I know I must go to you; I can't stay away.
No distant clime, no waters dark, no space too far
Can keep me from my bondmate's spark, my lover's star.
Vulcan need
Vulcan blood
Vulcan love
Is calling to me.
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be.
Pon-farr brings the final bond: Koon-ut-kal-if-fee.
Now in our tent (I hear the drums) we can be one.
Dark is your scent, your body warm, my heart the sun.
Vulcan need
Vulcan blood
Vulcan love
Is calling to me.
Sandra Gray
copyright 2002 Sandra Gray