I can see the painting on the wall before me, when I look to the moon. A line of light between Cleopatra, and me.
I can feel the life of Anne Boleyn, and Nefertiti, and queen Elizabeth the very first.
I can see forever, between Dickens, and Emily, and every little girl who ever plucked a daisy because it was pretty.
A breath between them and every fish, mermaid, and narwhal in the sea.
I can see everything, and me.
On the water, shines the moon; on the clouds. The ever vast, and turning blue, a shadow, cast upon humanity. Slowly drifting, floating clouds, along the open sky.
I can see the earthshine upon a cratered surface, dancing a soliloquy in the dark-places of the maria so deep. Once lakes, and one-time seas.
When I look to the moon, I can see all the way to the pyramids at Giza, and to Halley's first appearance.
In the song of moonlight, I can hear the music of the very first meadowlark to ever sing; I can hear all the people before, and after me.
The butterflies, and I; we are one.
Together, we are forever.
I wonder if Miss Marie, with her quaint guillotine, can hear my singing.
I wonder if you, with your sonic, can see the moon the way I do.
Do you see the living Earth, and do you see lonely people?
Do you see me, Doctor, do you hear the single beat of my heart amongst the crowd?
Can you remember me, little Amelia Pond, at the beginning of her journey?
It is dark now, and very near the end. I can't hear much more than the sounds of our running feet, on sand. I know that you can't see me off, but it doesn't stop me hoping.
I wonder, have I seen you off, yet?
I can't bear the thought of a world without you, and me, and space whales together. One, without the others, it seems strange. Like a galaxy without stars, and a windowsill without flowers. Dead things. Just dead. And that's what I'll be now, isn't it? Odd, how you never really understand just what you are, and how I still can't see myself without you.
Whenever I pictured my future, and my past, you were always there, even when you weren't. Like I couldn't see myself with anyone but you. Like flowers didn't have a scent when you were not there.
I wonder what the people of Akhaten would say. Where do they think I'm going, Doctor, when the light leaves my eyes? What wonders, do you think, they have in mind for a little girl like me? Which wonderful places will I see when I leave this world, one last time?
I wish you were here with me. I don't want to face the darkness alone.
Will you be there, dear? A light to guide me home?
I think, that for my very final wish, I shall wish to see your face when I come out on the other side. You always took me to so many wonderful places, perhaps the last one could be like the TARDIS, ever changing, and turning. A thousand places in which to spend my forever, talking with you.
