For you, my ancient friend,
falling will be just that
because of getting lost in infinity.
For now, you look in wonderment
at the vast expanse of goings on
in the world’s eyes,
only swirling your toes
in the starry between
of never-ending sky’s
tomorrows and today.
But fear of who you must be
won’t keep you always moving.
When staring in your Time Lord’s eyes,
a new universe will dawn;
the running will be done,
so falling may begin.
Lonesomeness in your ancient mind
will transform to freedom for
your young and vital frame.
Never will have lost-in-his-eyes
been so right and real.
If eyes meeting can a universe make,
only think what two hearts, beating,
might create.