The Cure for Loneliness

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years

The Cure for Loneliness

The rain on the roof makes a tinny sound
Like thousands of pins on the way to the ground.
I can not nap or work or eat
While thousands of pins may endanger my feet.

The wind whines and calls my name.
If I do sometimes answer I am not to blame.
I need to hear the sound of my own voice
Responding to my name, I have no choice.

Lonely thoughts and lonely nights
Echo in darkness and dim all the lights.
Surrounded by people the wind’s all I hear.
You are not whispering in my ear.

So alone in the midst of a crowd
I want to shout and cry out loud.
But all I seem to do is disappear
Into the background when people are near.

I suppose the cure for loneliness
Is to gather courage and befriend the friendless.
But courage fails when you are away
I’ll just talk to the wind for one more day.

Thoughts of Home

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted by M.Vernet
The Missing Years

Thoughts of Home

The cafe’ is dark and the talk is light
My mind wanders till I am out of your sight.
I am a wary stranger to all I see
Except for you sitting across from me.

A foreigner on a foreign shore
Striving for understanding and more.
Will I ever feel at ease away
From the home I left on that fateful day?

I watch you speak so fluently.
Sparkling eyes, laughing so easily.
You feel at home where ever you go
I envy you more than you’ll ever know.

Home should be right here by your side.
I truly am happy on our riotous ride.
But now and then I long for the sound
Of homey songs and friends all around.

Why do we ever start to roam?
Away from all we love and home?
Always wishing and wanting to return,
Yearning till the heart slowly burns.

The cafe’ is quiet and the hour is late.
I’ve lost track of time, days and dates.
I’ll follow you anywhere you want to go,
But I’ll hold a hope for home tomorrow.

Circles

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted by M. Vernet
The Missing Years

Circles

Circular thinking is driving me mad
A thought of you and my heart grows glad.
Yet wait for the turn and worried I’ll be
That you’ll circle back and stop loving me.

Circular rings upon our hands,
Secrets wound in our wedding bands.
Why does a circle mean eternal bliss
When it’s mostly formed of nothingness?

So strong the pull of your circular orbit
I, your moon, circle never to quit.
It seems we have been this way before
Our souls have circled each others orb.

Circular thoughts, please, help me set down.
Placing peace on  my head like a crown.
A circular crown of spiraling vines
Binding me in an endless circle of time.