From: Dtcsm@aol.com
Date: 9 May 1999 16:39:15 -0700
Subject: [xfcreative] NEW "Words" 1 of 1 by Brit*Vik

From: Dtcsm@aol.com

Title : Words
Author : Brit*Vik
Date : 08/05/99
Category : Poem?, V, MSR, A
Rating : U
Spoilers : None
Feedback : Worshipped at the altar of all that is good. Bring your own 
incense.
Archive : As long as you let me know, you can do what the hell you want with 
it.
E-mail : Dtcsm@aol.com
Disclaimer : I have absolutely no authority, permission or right to use these 
characters, yet I use them with impunity. And frequently. However, no money 
is being made from this and no infringement is intended. (Hey, look at that, 
a real disclaimer!) :-)

"WORDS"

Hear my voice, whispering and soothing as I calm you, murmuring sounds into 
your hair. We do this too frequently. I am sorry that I have done this too 
you, that you are crying in my arms because of me. Hear my voice, flowing 
like milk, desperately trying to offer comfort, begging that you will find 
some there. I offer the calm and order that you crave. Listen.

Hear my voice, choking and crying. I can not carry on. And yet, you are here, 
by my side, offering the love and respect that I need. Thank-you for hearing 
me. I can not carry on alone, but you are here with me, so I carry on.

Hear my voice, hoarse and screaming, searching for you. You have been taken 
from me again, and there is only silence into which I scream loudly, and yet 
no-one can hear my voice. You have been taken from me, but I will continue to 
look, because I always find you in the end. I need you to hear my voice.

Hear my voice, a whispering echo. I kept on screaming, but somehow it became 
less loud. If you really were here, would you be able to hear my voice? Can 
you hear me anyway?

Hear my voice, exalting and rejoicing, simply because you are by my side. You 
are here, and that is all that matters. I revel in your presence, as you sit, 
your head on my shoulder, your hand in mine, and you are unaware. I scream 
again, and yet it is different now. Hearing my voice in the silence, you look 
up and smile.

Hear my voice, as I tell you that I love you.

FIN

"You will begin to touch Heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch 
perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, 
or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfect 
doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there."

Author's note : I literally finished this piece about ten seconds ago and 
read it over once. But I'm sending it now because, I don't know, I'm stupid? 
Bear in mind that this piece is COMPLETELY unedited, and be kind. Thanx. :-)