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"Release and Redemption"

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving same gendered consenting adults. If that offends you, I'm sorry. But we, as human beings, don't have the luxury of choosing whom we fall in love with. It was written for fun, discussion and the compilation of artistic thoughts, etc.

If you are opposed to homosexuality, under the legal age for your area of residence or the material contained herein is illegal in your country, providence, municipality, etc. please do not proceed any further.

The characters of Star Trek Voyager and other Star Trek: are protected
by copyrights owned or controlled by Paramount Pictures Corporation.

Thank you very much to psylocke for the use of her disclaimer statement.

"Release and Redemption" J/7 [PG]

by Angela McNelly(angelamcnelly@yahoo.com)

In the end there are no answers for the one who is left behind
To face the voices of infinity that invade and suppress the mind.

Their acquiring arms reach through space with singular intent
To convert to use the inner thoughts of this child innocent.

So in between the sable steel and greenish eerie glow,
A wonder of the human race did find a place to grow.

Fragile, delicate is hope and love but impossible to kill.
And in her heart they waited for that auburn headed will.

And with a stubborn, selfless key that only she could hold,
A fiery blue eyed stranger unlocked those chains of cold.

And from the frigid depths of darkness the radiance returned.
And in her soul the silver beauty found fire brightly burned.

This warming brilliance drove her to claim the captain of her heart.
Who when she broke the bonds of sorrow, caused a bond of love to start.

With indocility as her tool she crossed into the light,
Flanked by forces of humanity but focused on one sight.

Smiling back to find her captain, she held out her hand in plea.
And fingers mixed as one to dawn the perfection they would be.

So when their lips first touched together in a sweet caress of love,
The fit that marked their union was like a hand into a glove.

Their gaping wounds of loneliness were healed with rich devotion,
Wrapped in a shield of gentleness and warmed with sweet emotion.

With harmony they raise their raptured voices in lullaby.
One is singing, 'trust me' and the other, 'I will comply'.

"Survival is insufficient".......*loving* is perfection.

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