Mysterious Island
Part 4
An unsual, mismatched group of 5 escape fire from the Confederate Army during the Civil War on a ballon. Flying high above the world and unable to control the balloon, the group crash land on an island in the middle of nowhere. 1995.
Starring Michael Gordon Woolvett who later went on to star in Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda.
These are the episodes as they present on youtube. 1 through 10.
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Become The Words
For Tyr Anasazi and Seamus Harper
Life is like a swaying motion,
Your eyes, my eyes
I ran, you pulled me back
I slammed into the wall, you dragged me to my feet and whispered in my ear
You held me there
I held your hand, I tore at your wrist
I said, "never let go"
You said, "hold me still"
But we never spoke, we never did
Our lips never moved, never breathed, never connected
We just touched, achingly so
You left bruises on my skin
I burnt tattoos onto your flesh.
Your eyes, my eyes
I chased your movements across the room
with my lingering gaze,
You followed me out the door
with your heavy footsteps,
My hands glided along the walls, you caught me when I shook, grabbed me when I fell
You picked me up and carried me down the painted corridors,
I clung to your back, your stony shoulder blades, listened to your heart as it beat all over your body
Under mine, through mine, into me
Feel me, hurt me, rage at me.
Your eyes, my eyes
I took a swing at your chest, you caught my fist, threw me to the floor
I yelled at your face, you raised an arm to strike me and growled low in your throat
I flinched, I waited, I journeyed into twilight with my eyelids
You did nothing, I did nothing
You touched my cheek, my eyelashes fluttered on your skin
I struck a match with your company and you hovered over the flame.
Your eyes, my eyes
Your bed, my bed
Your shower, my shower
Your table, my table
Your glowing caress down my spine, my weight laid across your abdomen
Like real morning sunlight in this artificial universe
Under the shaded blinks of destiny we embrace with -
Your eyes, my eyes
I know where you'll be, you were always there
You found me, I got lost so you would
My head fills with decades of someone else's history, building up in the space between our bodies
You pull me in closer to cover up the memories
With just one single name, one single presence, everything you are is my temple of secrets
You watch me play games with my life, memorizing the mechanics of my soul
Smiling those smug smiles that mean so much more than anyone realises
When you think I'm not looking.
Your eyes, my eyes
Your hand, my hand
Your survival, my survival
Your loneliness, my loneliness
In this century of light become night, demon bright
Searching, fumbling in the dark
Fingers reaching for someone to choke, a gun to fire, a pocket to steal from, a fool to con
Tired eyes seeking out a warm body to fall against
Wandering, feeling out, wishing for light, guided only by the example of darkness
Blind passion, blind oxygen seeking a fire to fan
We don't truly know what it looks like, feels like, warms like
Touch me in the cold,
Heat me like the sun,
Breathe me in the rain,
Rescue me like no romantic thriller could ever imagine, comprehend
Lay with me under the deep blue sea, where we drown together,
If we drown at all.
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I wrote this poem for Tyr Anasazi and Seamus Zelazny Harper, and the world of Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda.
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