387 and 388

I wonder how well I could sleep without

the echoes of a life no longer mine—

if no more would my old ghosts run about

while greater grows the barrier of time.

For dreams will always take me back great years,

her settings always those I must not see

again. And there the real me feels his fears

of what just might have been, and could not be.

And what’s the present me supposed to do,

when woken from a vision such as this?

They are no more—the places you once knew,

no dreams can drape a mask o’er that abyss.

Don’t lie to me, my dear, poor, weary brain.

We shall not see our favorite things again.

~~~

Inspired by the episode I, Borg, from Star Trek: the Next Generation

I want to think I’d trust the same ideal

the Enterprise embraced in the Borg, Hugh.

But I don’t think I’d think that it was real,

despite believing that it should be true.

An odd thought—that a truth should not be real—

though somehow I am sure I’d think that way.

Despite all that I might inwardly feel,

my mind dictates: a threat must have its say.

I am not as adept as is that crew

who trusts what they believe, and what they say.

I have a lot of work indeed to do

to be as close to goodness as are they.

The Enterprise may face harsh consequence,

but have their reasons, and a good defense.