Post by jesilily on Oct 22, 2011 4:13:03 GMT -8
Title: Home
Rating: U
Warnings (if any): None
Summary: Harry is searching for home
Written for Operation Poufsouffle!
Stars lost above the clouds, gentle sounds of loving whispers, swaying leaves in a slight breeze.
It’s just not home. No matter how hard I try to make it my home.
It's just not Home.
Restaurant after restaurant, the occasional coffee shop, drunken laughs, friendly giggles, familiar, but not right, I don't know why, just know that it isn't.
I travel the world, searching aimlessly for home, but where ever I am, I am still a stranger.
The smells, the shops, the scenery, it’s the same everywhere I go, never changing, but it still isn’t home.
I can see the same stars, the same sun, and the same moon. I breathe the same air, and swim in the same water.
Nothing really changes from place to place, but it isn’t home.
I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever be able to find home.
Or even if home will be able to find me.
I take off into the darkness, letting my feet take me to where ever they desire, I vaguely notice friendly chatter, a voice I recognise above them all. Can I really hear it, or is my mind playing tricks on me?
I realise quickly I know where I am, I’ve been here before, many years before.
Suddenly my feet are quicker, I’m running. Running where I don’t know, but that voice gets louder, through the door way and I stop, it is not well lighted, but I can see her as clear as day.
I can see her, it’s really her, the one thing I truly know.
She’s standing there, an angel, long flaming hair, glowing skin, broken by only a few freckles, a figure any woman would envy, and every man wants to ravish. She looks up at me, a smile dancing on her feature, but when she really sees me in the dim light her face brightens.
I feel safe, as if my whole body knows this is where I am meant to be.
In a swift movement she is in my arms, I can smell the familiar vanilla; I can feel her familiar body, for she is mine once more.
Her eyes search mine, wondering where I have been. I tell her I was looking, she doesn’t understand, for she has always known this is where I belong. I figure that sometimes it takes loosing what you have to realise you have it. For all this time I have been searching for my home, searching different lands and different times. When really it wasn’t simply a building, or a town, not even a country. She has been my home, where she is, is where I am meant to be. And I realise as I hold I've always known this deep down, I've always know.
She whispers against my skin, she’s missed me.
But I haven’t missed her, I missed her physically, being able to touch her, but in reality she’s always been with me, in my heart I carried her.
For she is my home.
Rating: U
Warnings (if any): None
Summary: Harry is searching for home
Written for Operation Poufsouffle!
Stars lost above the clouds, gentle sounds of loving whispers, swaying leaves in a slight breeze.
It’s just not home. No matter how hard I try to make it my home.
It's just not Home.
Restaurant after restaurant, the occasional coffee shop, drunken laughs, friendly giggles, familiar, but not right, I don't know why, just know that it isn't.
I travel the world, searching aimlessly for home, but where ever I am, I am still a stranger.
The smells, the shops, the scenery, it’s the same everywhere I go, never changing, but it still isn’t home.
I can see the same stars, the same sun, and the same moon. I breathe the same air, and swim in the same water.
Nothing really changes from place to place, but it isn’t home.
I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever be able to find home.
Or even if home will be able to find me.
I take off into the darkness, letting my feet take me to where ever they desire, I vaguely notice friendly chatter, a voice I recognise above them all. Can I really hear it, or is my mind playing tricks on me?
I realise quickly I know where I am, I’ve been here before, many years before.
Suddenly my feet are quicker, I’m running. Running where I don’t know, but that voice gets louder, through the door way and I stop, it is not well lighted, but I can see her as clear as day.
I can see her, it’s really her, the one thing I truly know.
She’s standing there, an angel, long flaming hair, glowing skin, broken by only a few freckles, a figure any woman would envy, and every man wants to ravish. She looks up at me, a smile dancing on her feature, but when she really sees me in the dim light her face brightens.
I feel safe, as if my whole body knows this is where I am meant to be.
In a swift movement she is in my arms, I can smell the familiar vanilla; I can feel her familiar body, for she is mine once more.
Her eyes search mine, wondering where I have been. I tell her I was looking, she doesn’t understand, for she has always known this is where I belong. I figure that sometimes it takes loosing what you have to realise you have it. For all this time I have been searching for my home, searching different lands and different times. When really it wasn’t simply a building, or a town, not even a country. She has been my home, where she is, is where I am meant to be. And I realise as I hold I've always known this deep down, I've always know.
She whispers against my skin, she’s missed me.
But I haven’t missed her, I missed her physically, being able to touch her, but in reality she’s always been with me, in my heart I carried her.
For she is my home.