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.