Some People.

Some of us seems to attract lonely people
Those that'll have lost themselves there's no purpose of living
existing not here there or anywhere simply existing within
There mind their souls wearisome their minds weary
Caring not what others think
Whether it's a fable or not most probably is
That at the point of midnight the waves he must ride
Now drunkenly, he stands on tiptoe waving about like dancing
As his being hit once again by the force of the oceans
Knocking him of his feet reminding me of the character in the Garcia Marquez
But he was not a figment of my imagination he exists
But in the midnight hour he bobbed up and down
As I stood there watching him..
Why does this only happen to me!
Maybe in searching characters know not.
Then he looking my way saying I've had it my lad I've had it.
Worry not over me!
Oh, I  think not.
Are you a midnight phantom are you real.
Who would you be!
Call me a stranger might as well
I think I like you stranger
Then another wave knocks him off his feet
Drunkenly saying now I love myself I like being me
As he tries propping himself up yet again
A whispering wind blowing through lifting he's long so long
Over a distinguished face cool, cool winds
The moon at half light casting him in silhouette
Must say he was beautiful so handsome.
Where's your home?
Home he repeats stupefied.
That's a word that's a word I quite forgot.
You're, staying here about's?
Am fine really!
Really are you.
Yes, am happy.
Another wave comes suddenly hitting him he falling within.
Helping him yet again leading him to where he's staying
Rudy's shack say's he as we're approaching he hugs and kisses me
Thanking me for my kindness,
Just one thing..Yes!
If you ever find the way home let me know.
Sure, I promise.
Walking away coming back to the shore
Searching maybe.
What he really meant by his words.