HIS STORY ~ a poem ~ (G) Her mission was to bring me back, Her duty to turn in the Maquis. How could I have known this small, fiery woman Would come to mean everything to me? Though indeed we found ourselves thrown together, She was not forced to resume the chase Instead Starfleet and Maquis alike Became stranded in that distant place. When she had asked and I had given an answer, Standing as tall as her small frame would allow, She smiled and led me through the words As once again I took Starfleet's vow. She thought herself hidden behind a captain's mask Yet it was not at all difficult to see The kind and caring, gentle nature Of this woman who stood before me. I found myself enjoying her company More intensely with each passing day, My mind, my heart filled with words unspoken For they were inappropriate to say. At times her presence nearly drove me mad, Standing so close I could smell her hair, Wanting desperately to touch her, to hold her Forbidden needs almost too much to bare. Though no declaration of love was ever spoken, Not one kiss or embrace ever shared, The silent words in my actions and eyes I pray told her how much I cared. Her mission had been to bring me back, Instead she became a loving friend Until the time came I could present to her My heart and love at journey's end. -- Camryn, April 2005 Flip back to the Poems & Prose Index page!