Title: If Ever I should Fall Author: Jaime Lyn Email: leiaj@bellsouth.net Category: Poem Keywords: MSR? (suggested MSR) Spoilers: None at all Disclaimer: I've used no names in this poem, but since I am classifying it as MSR, and giving it Scully's voice, I feel compelled to beg FOX and 1013 not to sue me. Summary: Scully's thoughts. perhaps a journal entry. Take from it what you will. (remember Momento Mori?) Author's note** Well, (to those of you who have read my previous works) you know that I've written a few stories before, but this is my first foray into the genre of "MSR poetry," so to speak. At any rate, I just started writing it one night, (many moons ago...) and this is the result. It's really just my small attempt to put into imagery, what I think about the way Scully feels towards Mulder. *** Here's to hoping you take something meaningful from this... *** Mom, Dad, thank you. :o) **** If Ever I should Fall ***** By Jaime Lyn ************** The sky falls sometimes, You know. It cracks and shatters, And Collapses against the weight of the rain. I’ve watched it scatter to the ground... Once when you weren’t looking. I saw it sigh and wilt, in muted shades Of faded baby blue. Even the sky Breaks and shatters Sometimes, Much the way that I do, When I cannot bear the weight And I cannot find the strength, To be your sky, And keep you from falling too. But I don’t mind, You know. I don’t mind Holding you up; Keeping you sheltered, Blocking the monsoon. Beckoning... Reaching... Turning faint grays And heartache Into vibrant shades Of hopeful baby blue. Being your faith, I am used to. Being your sky Has become second nature. This air I breathe is yours. For you, I’ve held up the clouds And kept the rain at bay. I’ve wilted from heat Battered and exhausted. I’ve weathered too many storms By your side; Buried too many floods In the simple crook of your neck, To care all that much If I should falter, And worry whether I may fall. Faith, after all, Tells me That you would never let me go. Even if I cannot be the strong one. Even when I lack the courage to hold you, Or forget how to heal your broken hope; Your undying trust. Even if I cannot wash away The tears you cry that stain the sunset, streaking it In faded shades Of lackluster baby blue. Even still... I always know That the sky is but two parts of a whole. When you are night I am day. I am the sun To carry your moon. I am the blanket That bundles an evening frost, And I am the noir to cradle falling stars. You are the precious twilight To carry my tired sunset, And we travel together As two wandering halves of a whole. Two imperfect beings Always trying to harness the truth; To catch the universe; To be the air and know the rain, And paint an ominous sky In innocent, Heartfelt ribbons, Of rich baby blue. But an unstable world gets heavy Every once in awhile. It wobbles and teeters, and cracks under strain. It shifts and shakes the most tender of balances, And so we just can’t help but fall Sometimes. You think I am strong but my arms can become weak. You see me fierce, but I still sometimes falter. My eyes spill over too. And even through those rain soaked tears, Through the wind that may tear me Asunder, It is always you that I search for. My belief My truth. I feel as if we are the constant rising sky Together. Because, you know, The sky does fall sometimes. Just as I may fall... Sometimes. But I am not afraid To plummet; And I do not fear the fall. Night rescues day, And I know that you would never let me go. I know the passion That mirrors my own. It speaks silent volumes In your eyes. I can see the unspoken promise And I feel its power Much like the rising sun. No, I am not afraid. Night follows day, Just as moon follows sun. So I know Without fear of doubting, Without a single tear; That you would be the one To catch me. To hold me, To bring me back from the edge. You would be the one. You are the one. For me, and for always; Of this, I am sure. And if ever the world should explode In wild shades Of bold and bright, Blinding baby blue, If ever your universe should tilt, This same promise I make In a faith to be your sky. To catch you. To find you. It ever the world should shatter, If ever you need my warmth, If ever the sky is torn, And even if I should fall... ~~~~~~~ END ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please send all feedback (LOVED and SINCERELY APPRECIATED) to leiaj@bellsouth.net Thank you for reading!!!!