He whistles as he walks, This man

Written by: Samir Georges

He whistles as he walks,
This man who knows not love
And he comes upon a sea 
Upon the other side is the wanting bosom of the horizon
But this man he cannot cross the torrents,
For this man he knows not love
So he walks along the cost and comes upon a lighthouse
It shines its light across the wide expanse of blue
Screaming out with its bright blinding light
“Here! I call you Star-crossed Lovers, Here!”
And he is blind to its call; he sees an abandoned shell,
This man who knows not love

He whistles as he walks,
This man who knows not love
And he comes upon a child and her favourite memory
Nestled in the arms of her long lost father, gazing dreamily at the lapping waves
And he walks through these haunting spectrals
For they are naught for this man who knows not love
And he whistles as he walks
But hears no tune.