Flare & Fade [Doctor Who Poetry]

Constellations

You grabbed my hand, whispered "Run!"

Sent my hospital to the moon,

Kidnapped me from a wedding,

Only to find me again.

Then you took me,

The night before my wedding

To outer space

My raggedy Doctor,

Came back not-so imaginary.

And I've been running, breaking

Into millions of pieces,

All destined to meet you

And save you.

We're all running under the same constellations,

Two stars, shining bright.

Days are good,

While nights are right.

You took me away,

From the ordinary.

Showing me

Extraordinary.

Ooh, oh,

Look up into the skies

And see the shooting stars.

I know one of them

Is you.

Moonlight on my pillow,

Grey-faded memories

Of what doesn't matter.

Now, I see. Life's what

It should be.

Ooh, oh,

See that shooting star tonight?

You and I,

Under the same constellations.

Running forever.

Millions of suns and stars spread across

Black tapestry,

I feel so light,

Now I'm shining bright.

// Inspired by Ecosmith's "Bright." \\