Visions and Dreams - River's Answer #3
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Title: Visions and Dreams
Author:
hopefulnebula
Summary: River's response to
big_damn_quests challenge 3, round 1: "What do you see every time you close your eyes?"
Set after the movie, so if you've been living under a rock for the past seven months, don't click the link.
Everybody dreams,
even with their eyes open.
I see visions, wishes, whispers, shouts
they never stop.
The captain’s are earthy,
of flesh, clear sky, the scent of gunpowder
the warmth of blood on cold nights
and stars on Hera.
And then Zoe,
the closed one. She tries
she really does
not to dream.
Her thoughts are whispers
carefully measured, held back, examined
but I can See her too,
her longing, aching,
denial.
She carries Wash with her
and can’t speak of him yet,
not even to herself.
There’s Jayne of the girl’s name
whose thoughts drift homewards:
a sick nephew, guilt at abandoning home
but then, there’s nothing but mining
and memories of his dead sister there
and mining doesn’t pay well.
Inara grieves differently:
not for people, places, ideals,
but for what could have been.
Her dreams are emotion,
letting go,
releasing herself and knowing she’s too late.
Kaylee dreams of engines
and sex
and Simon
all her senses colored,
bright lenses of light.
She likes intensity.
And there’s Simon.
For him sometimes there’s Osiris,
sometimes Serenity
always me,
and he smiles.
Me?
I don’t have my own dreams anymore.
There are too many others.
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Summary: River's response to
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Set after the movie, so if you've been living under a rock for the past seven months, don't click the link.
Everybody dreams,
even with their eyes open.
I see visions, wishes, whispers, shouts
they never stop.
The captain’s are earthy,
of flesh, clear sky, the scent of gunpowder
the warmth of blood on cold nights
and stars on Hera.
And then Zoe,
the closed one. She tries
she really does
not to dream.
Her thoughts are whispers
carefully measured, held back, examined
but I can See her too,
her longing, aching,
denial.
She carries Wash with her
and can’t speak of him yet,
not even to herself.
There’s Jayne of the girl’s name
whose thoughts drift homewards:
a sick nephew, guilt at abandoning home
but then, there’s nothing but mining
and memories of his dead sister there
and mining doesn’t pay well.
Inara grieves differently:
not for people, places, ideals,
but for what could have been.
Her dreams are emotion,
letting go,
releasing herself and knowing she’s too late.
Kaylee dreams of engines
and sex
and Simon
all her senses colored,
bright lenses of light.
She likes intensity.
And there’s Simon.
For him sometimes there’s Osiris,
sometimes Serenity
always me,
and he smiles.
Me?
I don’t have my own dreams anymore.
There are too many others.