A kaleidoscope of emotions unravelling from a tight knit ball of suppression.

Incomprehensible was this peculiar mixture of response and reaction.

No explanation for each escaping tear drop as they all rained down and I just had to let them.

This roar of feelings of dragonite passion.

The strength of a hero grown to a child.

Witnessing the tears of a cast out.

A connection of hearts through the fictional wilds.

Relating to the secretive sobs as loudly as a terrific shout.

My torch-bearer, a light on my world.

My explanation go-between.

The aliens in the room, to others always absurd.

Whatever our expressions we know what we mean.

Frustrating translations so we talk with ourselves.

The world mis-knows so we focus inwards.

The invisible that understands us, in and around us dwells.

When other in physicality is not there we project our thoughts outwards.

Their response requires no babelfish they know just what we say.

‘We’re the echoes that surround you, the friends you’ll always have’.

Of our abstractions there is recognition without delay.

‘When you can’t decipher humans, their motivations good or bad’.

Our stars they burst with energy and twinkle in our toes.

Our constellations mingle for us and no one else.

Our soulmade kindred charms for each other we bestow.

Our bond affirmed within all the vagaries we have felt.

Some thoughts expressed in outbursts whimsical or wounded.

The bubbles of ideas pop and fizz and coalesce.

The muddied water filters make us incoherently lucid.

So we cling to the ones who try to understand us best.

The words of our chosen few are a mountain of equivocation.

Affirmations give our doubts a yearned for reprieve.

We loosen our hold with conflicting resignation.

Their desire to leave us we insecurely preconceive.

We’re soldiers on our battlefield concrete against the world.

Guarding our own boundaries from mental devastation.

The things we’re too afraid to say all remain unpurged.

Our own officers of calm must be the source of our placation.

I have in you, Doctor, unfailing love and loyalty however blindly naive.

We’re compatriots together no matter false or true.

I’m your faithful companion, in you I believe.

I want to shield you from the anger of Danny Pink or Journey Blue.

I know there’s more complexity in interpreting your character.

Easy answers are unachievable in continual debate.

A torrent of opinions smashing black and white parameters.

The tension in my body comes from misperceiving hate.

In the darkness we share nightmares.

A fear of the unknown.

In my dreams I find you traversing my mind’s spiral stairs.

I fly and float into your arms and feel so immediately at home.

Maybe it’s a part of the fantasy to say I never would disown you.

I’m not fully making steps in your companion’s shoes.

My ardency tilts my thinking askew.

To accept all the dark sides my idealism becomes bruised.

But we share a curiosity, a just have to know.

To search out all the answers and discover the truths.

A marvelling wonderment we want to never outgrow.

Our homes often welcoming regiments of books.

Embodying our excitements with delighted bounding.

With joyful frenzy we put to flight our smiles.

Animatedly scattering what we find astounding.

Unreservedly proffering fascinating finds.

But in the quiet and the dark when no one understands you.

When your sadness pours out under protective cover.

When ignorance and loneliness is all you seem to accrue.

I promise you I’ll be your warm summer.

A tearful extravagance for the clasp that closed the chain.

A 50 year completion of words from past said now.

A profusion of tales of happiness and pain.

Every star in that galaxy should proudly take a bow.

We have a new beginning, doors to open and explore.

A never ending story of which I’ll always be a fan.

A love for the Doctor inhabits my core.

Peter Capaldi, you wonderful man.