Going places

Men,
Going places,
From places,
I too go,
And come,
As the tide of this quaint little island rock,
Too far out,
And then a little closer than wished.

Men,
Going places,
From places,
I too go,
And come,
From seeing my little daughter,
From seeing my little known,
Into the abyss of the unknown,
A few hours too few,
Kisses too few, too far in between.
Babybliss now waiting for daddy,
Watching them pass by;
Old man, blind man, black man, bad man,
Old man, yellow man, laughing man but no daddy man.

Babybliss now waiting for daddy man,
As forlorn lover at harbour
Awaiting a longed for ship to dock
Day in day out,
Year in year out,
Without end?
And I old man of the sea
Going places
Some places,
Many places.

I will be home again,
Some day,
Perhaps a good summer day
To babybliss,
And her rug doll,
I got that from timbuktu,
From an old man by the sea,
Going places,
Many places.

D wasake
27th august 2009