Post by TartanLioness on Jun 23, 2005 12:36:15 GMT -5
I lie awake, even at this very late hour in the chambers I usually share with my husband. But this night he is not here beside me, softly snoring and holding me tight to him in a loving embrace. No, my wonderful husband is hiding from that awful woman, Umbridge.
Another night without you by my side
And I wonder why
The one moment when I need you the most
Is when I turn out the light
It’s dark in our bedroom, only the moon lights up the walls. From our bed I can see out the window and I can see Albus’ face in the starlit sky. Two particularly bright stars make his eyes. That twinkle, oh Merlin, I’ve missed it so much. So many years of marriage and I’ve never felt as lonely as I am now.
´Cause I see your face in the distance
And I hear your voice say goodnight
It’s just me and the silence
And another song to write
No one knows of my hidden talent. No one but Albus. I write poetry to calm myself, to express feelings and because it helps me understand what I’m feeling. Who would have guessed that the strict, formidable Professor McGonagall was so soft on the inside? Who would guess that I can actually write romantic poetry? None of my students. But Albus did. He knew even when I was a student that I have a softer side. And yet he didn’t fall in love with that side only. He fell in love with Professor Minerva Grace McGonagall, the Professor and the Woman, just like I fell in love with the Headmaster, Professor and the Man.
It’s a song for the lovers apart feeling lonely
For the tears we cry at night
It’s a song for everyone’s one and only
It’s a lover’s lullaby
I miss him terribly. I cried myself to sleep last night. Yes, that’s right. I did. I sobbed into my pillow, letting the scent of Albus intoxicate me. When we’re apart I feel so incredibly lonely, I can hardly stand it.
As I try to fall asleep I realize that I cannot. I cannot sleep properly when Albus is not here to hold me. So here I’m lying, looking out the window or at the walls. Why all these sleepless nights? Why can I not fall asleep, knowing that he is safe? I know he is! But he’s not here. He’s not holding me, not kissing me.
I close my eyes but it doesn’t feel right
Another sleepless night
I watch the walls for another two hours
Then I turn on the light
I get up and walk to the window. Somewhere out there Albus is probably doing the same. Merlin how I miss him. Loving someone that much can be such a bliss and yet such a curse.
As I sit down at the small desk in our bedroom I conjure a quill, ink and parchment and begin to write.
´Cause I see your face in the distance
And I hear your voice say goodnight
It’s just me and the silence
And another song to write
The poem I write holds so many feelings. It’s about being alone, about lovers apart. I miss him. He’s been my one and only since I began teaching. And I have been his.
It’s a song for the lovers apart feeling lonely
For the tears we cry at night
It’s a song for everyone’s one and only
It’s a lover’s lullaby
I go back to bed, pulling the blanket over me, the scent of him once again soothing me. And as I finally fall asleep I can hear my husband softly whisper, “Goodnight, my love.”
THE END!!
Another night without you by my side
And I wonder why
The one moment when I need you the most
Is when I turn out the light
It’s dark in our bedroom, only the moon lights up the walls. From our bed I can see out the window and I can see Albus’ face in the starlit sky. Two particularly bright stars make his eyes. That twinkle, oh Merlin, I’ve missed it so much. So many years of marriage and I’ve never felt as lonely as I am now.
´Cause I see your face in the distance
And I hear your voice say goodnight
It’s just me and the silence
And another song to write
No one knows of my hidden talent. No one but Albus. I write poetry to calm myself, to express feelings and because it helps me understand what I’m feeling. Who would have guessed that the strict, formidable Professor McGonagall was so soft on the inside? Who would guess that I can actually write romantic poetry? None of my students. But Albus did. He knew even when I was a student that I have a softer side. And yet he didn’t fall in love with that side only. He fell in love with Professor Minerva Grace McGonagall, the Professor and the Woman, just like I fell in love with the Headmaster, Professor and the Man.
It’s a song for the lovers apart feeling lonely
For the tears we cry at night
It’s a song for everyone’s one and only
It’s a lover’s lullaby
I miss him terribly. I cried myself to sleep last night. Yes, that’s right. I did. I sobbed into my pillow, letting the scent of Albus intoxicate me. When we’re apart I feel so incredibly lonely, I can hardly stand it.
As I try to fall asleep I realize that I cannot. I cannot sleep properly when Albus is not here to hold me. So here I’m lying, looking out the window or at the walls. Why all these sleepless nights? Why can I not fall asleep, knowing that he is safe? I know he is! But he’s not here. He’s not holding me, not kissing me.
I close my eyes but it doesn’t feel right
Another sleepless night
I watch the walls for another two hours
Then I turn on the light
I get up and walk to the window. Somewhere out there Albus is probably doing the same. Merlin how I miss him. Loving someone that much can be such a bliss and yet such a curse.
As I sit down at the small desk in our bedroom I conjure a quill, ink and parchment and begin to write.
´Cause I see your face in the distance
And I hear your voice say goodnight
It’s just me and the silence
And another song to write
The poem I write holds so many feelings. It’s about being alone, about lovers apart. I miss him. He’s been my one and only since I began teaching. And I have been his.
It’s a song for the lovers apart feeling lonely
For the tears we cry at night
It’s a song for everyone’s one and only
It’s a lover’s lullaby
I go back to bed, pulling the blanket over me, the scent of him once again soothing me. And as I finally fall asleep I can hear my husband softly whisper, “Goodnight, my love.”
THE END!!
