A SIRIUS TALE

I close my eyes...
But i can see them dancing,
his messy untidy hair,
and her eyes of almond green.
lurking behind the gates of heaven,
smiling as if beckoning me......
"you bloody padfoot, just come on in."

I open my eyes...
Oh! i can see it again.
the same untidy hair,
and those eyes of greeenish shine.
but they were the perfect pair,
and now is the love of thine.
trapped against the forest again,
running as if beckoning me...
"where are you padfoot... I need you this time."