Day Of Honor
by P.J. Sutherland

I love the floating sensation
The silence surrounds us 
The cold bright beauty of the stars 
Pales in comparison
To the beauty of her sweet face
I try to fight the pull of sleep
Dreams of her engulf me
Dreams of things that will never be
Her voice whispers my name
Tom, please open your eyes
The fog of dreams is ripped away
Memory of our plight returns
I must tell her I'm glad
The last thing I will see is her face

Floating in the silence of space
Holding but not touching
Together but feeling  so alone
I look into those expressive eye
My voice falters with fear
He gazes at me in confusion
So little time left to share
My very soul aches with love for him
I have been a coward
Now with what may be my final breath
I say it: I love you
His blue eyes slowly cloud with regret
He whispers his reply
You picked a great time to tell me
The darkness takes me

Though my heart quickens at her words
Words I've waited to hear
I do not tell her of my love
My arms pull her closer
She rests her head on my shoulder
Two souls entwined forever
As my eyes close again,  I smile
A voice calls out my name
Voyager to Tom Paris: Tom, answer me
We're here, we're here
The tingle of the transporter
Voyager takes us home
Our tomorrows are still to be
Our love is still to be.

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