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About Tim Wellman...
Tim was one of the very earliest XWP "Bards", writing and posting his fiction
and poetry to the Universal Studios Xena:Warrior Princess Net Forum. He has
quite a few compositions out there, and many are still available on the 'net.
So... why do I have these two poems of his at my site? Because I'd love you
to get familiar with his style.
Also, I felt that these two selections were of particular interest
(even though written during XWP's first/second seasons!)
because they are poems of loss and of "Endings."
| Endings
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| If I could write the ending now to our story, a script to follow, I would want us to slowly fade like a sunset disappearing into the night. And I would lay my head on your breast, wanting the last sound I heard to be your heartbeat, old, unsteady, till we both still to silence. |
| But I know you... you hate silence, you would write a battle, valiant, falling to the ringing metal surrounding you... and you would write me, surviving. Something inside you knows you will never grow old... inside me too... but I fight against the truth as you fight against the nagging desire to war... Oh Xena, please, if you go, promise me... promise me you'll listen for my heart as age slows it to silence, and listen for my voice... as my last breath calls you to once again walk by my side. |
©Tim Wellman |
| Gabrielle Remembers
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| It was a different time, we ran through a thousand dreams, a thousand places we'd never see again, guided only by the moment, the soft sun's glow on our bodies. |
| I remember her standing, so proud, unmoved by everything... well, everything but me. How I adored her then, my warrior, the smell of her hair, the steel blue eyes that could melt so easily. |
| It was a different time, so far away from where I am now, so far from where I ever wanted to be, because you see, I only ever wanted to be by her side. |
| Sometimes, late at night, the wind through the trees caresses a familiar sound, a memory of her voice calling me, sternly, asking why I left... why I didn't follow her in death. |
| And I wonder, late at night, sometimes as I lie awake... but no... these are the musings of an old woman fallen into her dotage alone, in an unwanted peace, dreaming of old battles. |
| ©Tim Wellman |
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