It's over now, the music of the night.

Domingo, Agosto 13, 2006

Lupin - Tonks
She is...
How can I say it?
How can I say she is as bright as the sun
And as solemn as the moon?
How can I explain it?
How can I explain the shadows of her eyes,
When they change from dark to light so easily?
How can I describe something I can’t see?
When I wake,
She’s already pink or purple, according to her fancy.
Somehow, I would like to see the dullness
In her hair, eyes and mouth.
How can I say I know her,
If I’ve never seen her?

When I question myself like that
She always knows.
One small hand behind my neck
Its twin caressing my face.
She says, then:
“You’ve seen me
Mourning, wailing, crying,
Screaming, shouting and weeping…
You’ve seen me
Laughing, smiling, grinning,
Smirking, giggling and twinkling…
How dare you?
How can you say you’ve not seen me?
You’ve seen my dark and my light,
You’ve seen me gloom, you’ve seen me bright.
What else do you want to see?”

I whisper “Nothing”
For it is the truth.
I’ve seen it all,
There’s nothing I want more,
I won’t question you, love, anymore.
Explaining this poem:
This can only be understand by those who dive deep into Harry. Others can try to read it, but they won't be capable of reading into it...