Meld
Know what I know, what your touch bids me tell
You through the silent stillness of our minds:
Beyond Antares, beyond the stars that sail
Alight on time’s great river where it winds,
There is a place to which I cannot go,
Must not return, lest I revive the pain
That took a home and made of it a foe,
And all for naught, for naught there was to gain.
But you, dear Spock, you do not judge me ill
For what I had to do to end the strife.
For you and I, we share a stalwart’s will
To do what must be done to save a life.
Your hands sculpt love. You do not call it so,
But mind to mind speaks truth; we love, we know.
© LadyT'Anna
Know what I know, what your touch bids me tell
You through the silent stillness of our minds:
Beyond Antares, beyond the stars that sail
Alight on time’s great river where it winds,
There is a place to which I cannot go,
Must not return, lest I revive the pain
That took a home and made of it a foe,
And all for naught, for naught there was to gain.
But you, dear Spock, you do not judge me ill
For what I had to do to end the strife.
For you and I, we share a stalwart’s will
To do what must be done to save a life.
Your hands sculpt love. You do not call it so,
But mind to mind speaks truth; we love, we know.
© LadyT'Anna
