In Dreams
I wrote this a while ago and found it the other day. A bit unusual for me, but what the heck.
Title: In Dreams
Fandom: Farscape
Character/Pairing: Stark/Zhaan
Time Frame: unspecificly post-Self Inflicted Wounds
Spoilers: for SIW
Synopsis: Stark recounts his many conversations with Zhaan - in dreams. Poem.
Word Count: 237
Rating: PG13
Warning: just the usual angst, plus a reference to sex
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Author's Notes: This just hit me one night as I was going to sleep, so I scribbled it all down in a notebook, and then I forgot about it until I was going through the notebook months later. It was surprisingly coherent and lacking a need for revision - so here it is.
Well of course
I miss her but
I see her
Time and again
In dreams
Sometimes
We make love
Long and slow and sweet
the way we
never could
when she was here
In flesh
And breath
And sometimes
We just talk
About anything
And everything
About the Goddess
And forgiveness
About Time and Death and Love
And which is strongest
(though well we know
and share a smile)
About dying
About living
And how each feels
(We've each done both)
About what a child of ours would look like
If we could have one
We usually think
It would be blue
Brightly speckled maybe,
And shining
(One eye, perhaps
But also blue)
I'm happy
I love her colour
Our child, so beautiful
Like her
She feels differently
(Which is to say: the same)
She loves my colour
"So Exotic!" she says
There is a tree, she tells me
On her homeworld
With leaves the colour of my skin
There was a flower
On mine
The colour of hers, I say and
We laugh
Someday, I know
I'll see her home
In flesh
In breath
She's already been
To mine
Inevitably
I wake
Open my eye
and lay there
Between golden sheets
Listening to the hum
Of loving mother ship
All around me
I look beside me
Run my hand accross
the sheets
And through the
Empty air
She's not there
And yet
And yet
She is.
A little florid maybe, but I like to think it works for Stark.
Title: In Dreams
Fandom: Farscape
Character/Pairing: Stark/Zhaan
Time Frame: unspecificly post-Self Inflicted Wounds
Spoilers: for SIW
Synopsis: Stark recounts his many conversations with Zhaan - in dreams. Poem.
Word Count: 237
Rating: PG13
Warning: just the usual angst, plus a reference to sex
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Author's Notes: This just hit me one night as I was going to sleep, so I scribbled it all down in a notebook, and then I forgot about it until I was going through the notebook months later. It was surprisingly coherent and lacking a need for revision - so here it is.
Well of course
I miss her but
I see her
Time and again
In dreams
Sometimes
We make love
Long and slow and sweet
the way we
never could
when she was here
In flesh
And breath
And sometimes
We just talk
About anything
And everything
About the Goddess
And forgiveness
About Time and Death and Love
And which is strongest
(though well we know
and share a smile)
About dying
About living
And how each feels
(We've each done both)
About what a child of ours would look like
If we could have one
We usually think
It would be blue
Brightly speckled maybe,
And shining
(One eye, perhaps
But also blue)
I'm happy
I love her colour
Our child, so beautiful
Like her
She feels differently
(Which is to say: the same)
She loves my colour
"So Exotic!" she says
There is a tree, she tells me
On her homeworld
With leaves the colour of my skin
There was a flower
On mine
The colour of hers, I say and
We laugh
Someday, I know
I'll see her home
In flesh
In breath
She's already been
To mine
Inevitably
I wake
Open my eye
and lay there
Between golden sheets
Listening to the hum
Of loving mother ship
All around me
I look beside me
Run my hand accross
the sheets
And through the
Empty air
She's not there
And yet
And yet
She is.
A little florid maybe, but I like to think it works for Stark.