Traveling Through Time

 A week from now I reflected, 

 On the things I will do yesterday,

 Waiting until the morning, 

 I watch the sunset, 

 Exploring the universe without, 

 I find out who I am.

 The stars that we visit, 

 They orbit the world, 

 And when I close my eyes, 

 I see the stars, 

 With the infinite possibility, 

 Being only the beginning. 

 We dance amidst the time streams, 

 Splashing water of the moments, 

 Each moment forming a universe, 

 To begin a new stream, 

 Each moment a decision, 

 Changing reality's beauty. 

 For reality is souls, 

 Whether they are past or present, 

 Separated from our sight,

 By a time line wall's perception, 

 Yet we saught them through our hearts, 

 So we could meet them face-to-face. 

 For our travel is but a method, 

 Breaking down illusion's walls, 

 For those who walked or will walk,

 Are here with us today, 

 Though out of our hands reach, 

 Bonded through the heart. 

 So our travels become clear, 

 Breaking the bounds of time and space, 

 We reach out between the stars, 

 Touching other lives with love, 

 For in seeing through other eyes, 

 We can know and own the universe. 

Who is The Doctor?

There is a traveler,

Of both time and space,

Known to civilizations,

With eternity in his eyes,

Known to many souls,

With fire in his heart,

Imagination without limit,

Impossibilities made possible,

Bringing hope to hopelessness,

Light is in his wake,

Life where death took hold,

The spark which makes fire,

Leaving fear far behind,

For fear comes from doubt,

Doubt will not cross his mind,

As dimensions pose no barrier,

And energy forms the key,

Reality forms from choices,

What is and what must be,

Yet this guardian of life,

And lord of all time,

Goes not by any name,

For what is in a name?

Save the promise of a soul,

The mission of a heart,

Where did this soul begin,

If life truly has no start?

As the Doctor he is known,

For his practice restores life,

Yet his true name is unknown,

Though chance his travels find,

The beginning of known time,

Where life came from a dream,

Unto the opening of eyes,

And entering therein,

For preservation of all,

He became part of life,

Through many different souls,

Walking every different land,

Unique and individual,

Yet with the burning passion,

The desire to inspire,

The bravery to pursue,

The love to protect,

All adding to perspective,

To the joy of who he is,

To the magic in all of us,

To all who feel this power,

I must ask, “Is it you?”