The noise of his arrival;
A screeching fade,
And a brilliant blue light emits,
So vivid- it can be never outplayed.
Out steps a handsome man;
With a proud expression,
With one look- just one,
You will get an honourable impression.
His fluent, dark chestnut hair,
And athletic shape,
His eyes burn with knowledge and ideas of escape.
As he pronounces the words of greeting, with a satisfied grin;
"I'am the doctor, I can see the problem- lets begin!"
Like you, I would be standing still- making no sound,
Scared,
Frightened to even cross that bound.
Before you stands a hero of the skies and space,
"It can't be!"you say,
But now he is right here- exactly in this place!
What adventures and wonders become alive at the moment you meet,
When you walk into his blue police box you realise what there is in this world to be!
You can never,
Never,
be mistaken,
Or confuse somebody else with him.
There is only one doctor of this kind- only one type of this kin!
I sometime sit by my windowsill,
Dreaming and wondering still,
Is he out there?
Will I meet him?
Will he greet me?
Will he come?
I know it's just a fantasy;
Magic they say,
But I still hope I will meet him,
One day:
The breathing murmur will creep outside my window,
A flashing light of blue will shine,
And I will run to my garden and see...
The doctor smiling up at me... :))
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