This is dedicated to TrueRockStar for being there for me through thick and thin. All those phone calls after Doctor Who and highly intellectual conversations on the latest episode, attempting a terrible Welsh accent with me when quoting Sully (not the monster – the teacher *winks*), and moaning and sniggering about Geoggers c/w and supporting me even when I got my absolutely revolting Motet Uniform among other things. Vixi, you are right – your hugs are the best in the world and I wouldn't swap them for anything, and it's the same with our friendship. BFF.
Hope you like it. XXX
When I closed my eyes at night
I was startled at the very sight
Of a wondrous man who wore a suit
And gave the villains such a boot.
He travelled in a large blue box
That only opened when the lock
Was opened by a silver key
Like the one he'd given me.
We travelled through the whole of time
And space, dimensions at a race
Of pace that was so very fast
That all the worlds went whirling past
In the blink
Of an eye.
The magic of the box is known
To all and every that are shown
A very privilege indeed
To see
The last of the Time Lord Legacy.
They did protect the cosmos
From each and every foe
But now they are all gone
Since Gallifrey was blown
And burnt and broken up amongst a thousand million skies
Leaving only one who had to see his people die.
His name? Forgotten to the world and hidden from himself.
He called himself 'The Doctor' – A title that holds wealth
Across those thousand million skies and even further if you look.
He's as magic as the stories that you're holding in the book
That you read when you were young, and when you gazed
Across your window to the twinkling stars above,
When you were searching, hoping, praying, for your ever secret love
Who could open up your eyes, and mind and take you anywhere
And protect you from the evil that is present everywhere.
I was one of those few chosen
Who enjoyed this rarest option
To fly across the universe and deeper,
Further than the rest.
We battled monsters, maniacs
Robots – even brainiacs
All with death on their mind.
Forgetting the beauty of worlds
And others of their kind.
We fought with passion
humanity, love and light
And in the end we won the fight…
But then I woke up.
And those adventures were just fantasy
And those battles were just fiction.
And the Doctor faded into my fuzzy human brain
Ready to emerge when I close my eyes again.
To dream of those amazing other worlds.
But enough with talking fantasy and look to times ahead
Because you know you're still an open book with many pages left
To be filled with such adventures like the ones from in my dreams
And the smile that you have as if the cat has got the cream
And the way you raise your eyebrow in that oh so clever style
And that amazing thing I wish I had – the brilliant art of guile
And although we cannot physically walk across the stars
Our imagination needs not know these limitations of the heart.
With laughter, friends and true love found,
We have enough to do with our feet on the ground.
Because when you're lying in that bed of yours too frail and old to move
Your legs are weak
Your sight is gone
But the memories live on
As clear as the day you made them.
And you'll sit
And you'll think of all the good times we had together.
When we laughed and when we cried
When we lived and when we died.
Some of this might not make sense but hey!
I'm a poet – I make my own rules.
Just as you do when you live your life.
All my love,
agapi16