Moonlight
by Rhias
Rated G Pairing O/Q Warnings: Angsty poem Summary: Qui-Gon
watches over a sleeping Obi-Wan. Disclaimer: Those zany Jedi
belong to George Lucas, I'm just playing with em'.
Moonlight
The light of three cold moons
warms your sleeping body
scrawling secret words
in the lost language of dream.
The question I cannot ask
hangs heavy between us.
Padawan, my learner,
I have but one more lesson.
but I cannot teach you to love me.
How can I tell you
that your every breath
touches me in a hundred secret ways?
How can I speak the single truth
which could destroy us both?
Transfixed by the moonlight,
even a Master can almost forget.
-Rhias
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