All I could see was whirlpools.
One, two, ten... A hundred.
Well, I lost count-
Touch of stardust.
Jolt of rainbows.
Thunder and storms for sure.
But the broken moons,
Doused galaxies-
Transcending their
Agitation within myself.
Is this how one looses oneself.
Is this how incantation work?
Is this how we start to adore
Cats of witches?
The deeper I look.
The deeper I'm drawn in-
My darkness finding a
Spark in you? Or
My excessive luminance
Making peace with the despair
You wanna offer?
It's mind boggling.
Bamboozlement to be precise.
But I don't wanna overthink
This time-
I'm a sorted muggle drowning
In the ocean of your eyes-
Happy to have succumbed to
The Hermione you've become.