A/N: This is a free verse, written for the Freeverse song challenge. Please review : )
It's like a conversation, and I hope you like it.
I do not own the characters or the trademarks of Harry Potter.
Do you really know the sky?
Yes, I do know that spotless canvas
Framed with impossibilities that arise
Far beyond this death in love that follows me around.
I know the cold in my entrails,
My crushed heart in my bare hands,
The knot on my throat in front of certain kind of brown.
Certain kind of brown?
Yes, an alive brown, a dreamer, that gives me a little warm.
A brown that dances with the unsaid,
That looks for the green to laugh,
That looks for me to extinguish me in happiness.
A brown that invites me to pass the point of no return,
That separates itself of the world to bring me back,
That leaves its fingertips on me, covering me on shivers.
A brown that makes this moment one of a kind,
That keeps me from myself.
Does it keep you safe?
More than that, it exposes me to the harsh and necessary of life,
Which in the end is the most beautiful thing of living.
It keeps me in the light, without forgetting that I wouldn't exist without dark.
It tempts me, corrects me, wake me up from nightmares and pitiful dreams
That otherwise would consume me down to my core.
I don't wait a second; my life wouldn't stand that
But that brown unfolds entire worlds in a second:
The way the wind whispers,
The lullaby of my tears, looking for it,
The battle within myself for not deforming and losing it
A sweetness that drives my insane heart to delirium
And something like a sad, or ironic, or pitiful, or I don't know what, smile
Towards the naivety of that brown for not noticing all of this.
Does that brown go with you through the sky?
No, it would get torn; it would lose its essence.
That is a world way too ambiguous for it,
Its shape would lose its outlines, like mine;
Its shape would dance in the blue fire, like mine;
It just wouldn't be what it really is,
It doesn't go with me up there; I don't expect it to do so.
But… you still haven't told me what is that brown and why would it be so impossible for it to go with you up there.
Come on, Hermione, we both know you hate flying.