A Prayer To The Oncoming Storm

Dear Doctor,
I want to fly with you.

I want to step out of my life for a time,
Have you tug me into that box
And smile,
And skip me away from this world.

I am a ship in harbor;
Safe,
But ready to sail.
Take me on my maiden voyage.

I can see it now;
The cities and stars you would show me.
I can hear the groans and shakes of the TARDIS
As she soars through space and time.

I need you, Doctor.

I need your smile,
Your embrace,
Your low whisper.
“Run”.

I would run with you.

I would run away from the life I have,
Where everything seems to be just a little bit off,
Just a little wrong.
My whole existence is holding its breath.

So pull on the levers, Doctor,
Twist the knobs.
Push the buttons, and check the screens.

I am right here.