my thoughts will echo your name
until I see you again
these are the words I held back
as I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you
And I’m flying
floating on the wind again,
hoping it will drag me in
That's what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.
some new man goes sauntering away. and i’m dead.
as it should be
She listened as he told her stories of Gallifrey, of its rise and fall, its wrath and ruin; of its builders who hung the first orange lights in the streets to mirror the stars. In the golds of his irises she could see the planet’s twin suns, great round tables upon which thousands of restless flames danced and flared. And as he spoke, she felt the twining of a thread around her heart, tying her forever to this strange, lost place that had given her the most beautiful of gifts: him.
There are no hurricanes in space.
It’s true your molten gold could never be taken for rain
but galaxies tear from my throat,
stars scorch my bones
and you are the storm and the eye of the storm
Even my ashes will follow you home
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
Rose Tyler and The Doctor in the Tardis, as it should be- requested by ihaveabluebox
It’s said he’ll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home.
Head unaware of feet, and feet head. Neither cares. They keep turning.
