Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount/Viacom. This story is the property of and is copyright (c) 1977 by Juanita Salicrup. Originally published in Stardate: Unknown #3, Gerry Downes, editor.
(Inspired by 'Zarabeth's Farewell' by Kathleen Resch in Stardate: Unknown #2)
Last night there were the strangest images
That came to haunt me while I slept,
Swirling through the darkness --
Taunting, flying close ...
And yet I could not really see.
A white stormy veiling blew softly
And there seemed to be a face ...
A face I almost knew ...
And more --
A twisting, writhing -- as if in pain.
And then -- I thought I heard her scream ...
Was it my name I heard upon her lips?
And after --
She seemed to hold ... something small
Just before the white veiling hid the picture from my mind's eye
I thought I saw …
A small dark head, a tiny starfish hand against her breast ...
But it is day now
And symmetric duty, and the starfield,
Border and measure my life's journey.
Clean exactitudes, fine honed steel, and the voice of the computer.
All sure. All real.
And yet --
What was it that I saw?
For Vulcans do not dream.