Manbaby

Perhaps just an embrace And a cuddle when the child Within comes out to play My hair tousled with fingers mild. Perhaps just night songs When my body clock chimes. Just those fanciful rhymes Until angels my cradle throngs. A tickle, a loving prod To dare the dark woods at eve. Just a smile, not a word Might rid me of this grief. A silly joke at midnight When your beloved is sleepless Waiting for the morning to fly his kite Higher than wherever eagles nests. I wish and wish on shooting stars I sleep and sleep on the atlas I wait and wait that you will find How God blesses the dark earth with sunlight. I do not know what more to cry for Whether for empathy or adventure. I can not pluck stars into my punnet So I find a boat in my head and journey west. I pray you find what to do with colours And how I'm not swept off my feet by cutesy humour. There is little I can say But wish you will honour The child in me when it comes out to play.