Author: Jemirah
Archive: You want it-you got it. Just please let me know!
Spoilers: Nope...
Rating: G
Category: Uh, lemme think on that one... Well, that didn't
help any. I just don't know how to categorize it... Any
ideas?
Summary: It's short, couldn't you just read it? Please?
Feedback: jemirah@hotmail.com, please?
Disclaimer: Uh, let's see... Nope, my name's not Carter...
Author's Note: Ok, if you read Walking with the Wounded, I
promised something a bit lighter once I got all those X-acto
knife fetishes worked out of my system... So, here it is...
P.S. Visit My Fan Fic Archive: http://www.angelfire.com/ms2/XFGoddess/j.html
Special Thanks: Thanks to my little circle of X-phile
friends who all read this and told me nice things about it,
you know who you are! I would go crazy without you all to
share this obsession with!

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Dreaming These Dreams
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It's beautiful, in the strange, eerie way of dreams. There
is a dense fog rolling all around me, cascading,
waterfalling over the rocks, the trees, the bushes. The
trees are whispering to me, wordless words, talking,
laughing. I can hear water lapping the edge of the lake,
leaving earth stolen from some other, more earthly shore,
erosion in reverse. My soul feels this adding too, feels
renewed, lighter in the extra burden of more of myself. I
am flying on the ground, moving like the fog, out towards
the water that is alight with the gray lifeless sky. I want
to be in the water, part of the water. Edging closer, I
feel it washing over my feet, cleansing, cooling. The wind
is blowing, pushing, forcing me forward, into, under the
water, to the boat that is there, waiting for something,
suspended in time and the sky and the water.

The boat is waiting for me, so I go, join the expedition to
parts unknown. I am now part of the sky in the water,
mirror, glass, clouds. Listening to the trees again, they
are telling me the story of life, but not to be understood
now, only later. I float endlessly, aimlessly, freely until
I am at a dock, waiting. I watch the sky pushing me along,
and the water waving goodbye, and try to ignore the
wisdom of the trees. I feel a presence, another force
joining my own as the boat resumes the journey. My eyes
are open now, from a time I hadn't known them to be
closed. I see laughter, light, silver, gold, across from me.
Moving together, slicing through the water, shallow and
deep at the same time. I want to ask her if she can hear the
trees, feel the fog, be the sky, but I know she can, I can see
them in her. It is the way it should be, we forget, we
remember, we breathe, we love.

The thought of tomorrow is smoke, and I wave it away. I
don't need tomorrow, I need now. Gliding, we are singing
wordless, soundless songs. She smiles at me, and I am
warm. She is sunlight, and I am a breeze, I whisper, she
shines, and the boat is home. The mist swallows us up,
white walls around us, gray sky ceiling above us and boat
floor beneath us. Together we part the stony silence and
forget forgotten things. Memories fuel the sun, lighting the
scene, and I whisper with the trees the truth of everything.
She is laughing, shining across from me, pulsing with
radiance in the endless time, a second sun to guide the day.
The boat knows where to go, so we don't feel the need to
ask. I see another shore, a ribbon, lacing the sky and the
water together. The boat communes with this shore, and
we bid farewell to tomorrow to walk with the sand into
forever.

We walk, apart, as one to the destination unknown. She is
my now, I am her yesterday, and we each are the other's
tomorrow. The timeless dance of life begins amidst the
fog and the trees and the sky. The water joins the trees in
the singing of the song and now I learn to listen, I want to
learn to live and only they can tell me.

The clouds let loose the tears of the years, and the wind
the wails of the wounded. I am one with the earth and the
sky and the water, my soul's flight has been grounded. The
dance has ended, we look at each other and know the
burning of the sun and the flaming of the stars and push
ever onward, I to go back, she to go forward. My eyes are
storm clouds, hers the silver lining. I crave the same
release she does, but the trees have told me their story.
The lightening is in her eyes now, flashing, but I don't feel
the shock. I clutch her hand and breathe to her the
knowledge I have gained. The clouds in her eyes are
pushed away by the light, and she comes back down to the
ground. With her beside me, I go back to the patient,
waiting boat. The water is shallower than before, part of its
life-force used up by the torrent, feeling the loss of the
tears of the rain.

She looks not back at the sliver of shore we have
abandoned, but ahead to the dock with me. She is
shimmering in intensity as the water waves hello and the
dock gleams in the brilliant light of her day. The laughter
of the trees is visible, and the joy reverberates through the
blue that is now the sky. She sees my laughter before I feel
it, tastes my fear before I choke on it, but we look to the
future before us, the dock before us larger. The river
swells with the unshed tears of joy as the boat brings the
journey to a close, home to these strangers no more. We
hesitate for only a moment before we alight together and
begin the journey begun.