In Pursuit of Logic,

In Pursuit of Peace

By Segalt of Vulcan



"Logic, logic, logic . . . logic is the beginning of wisdom . . ."  - Spock

As the seasons change 
So do circumstances
And this existence provides
So few second chances
What was, has been 
And directs what will be
From the choices of our past 
Who among us is ever, truly free

Her name was T'Layn 
And she was my mate
Touching and touched, always and never
Bonded to me, but bonded more to fate

She parted from me, taking polite leave
Such a gentle touch 
Such a mortal scar
Forsaken was I, for Gol and the Kohlinahr

Her choice, I honored 
Among the worthy to let her take her place
But one secret, from her, I kept
No other will I honor in her place

Travelers often comment
On the brightness of our sun
But I no longer notice
And what is, must never be undone

So, farewell Eridani
I, too, take my leave
Now a pilgrim of suns 
Some solitude and peace will I achieve

And when the seasons turn 
And the seventh chime rings 
No solace will I find 
From the insanity it brings
When next the ponn farr falls 
In madness, myself to attire 
To this final, fitful end 
Will fate and I conspire






Segalt's main page

Kas-Wan

Whispering T'Hy'la

Touching Once

Eridani's Face

The A'Kweth

Turning

Windrider



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