Sometimes

Sometimes

You wander where it's dark
To a place I can't follow
Where night rests so heavy and cold,
You say not to be afraid,
But your voice is far away.

The brambles snare; you're weary
Labyrinthine paths curve, curve
And fork, whispering slyly
Of madness you'll never escape.
Of pains and losses past.

I'm lit by the moonlight
At the maze's end, waiting
"He always makes it through"
A silent prayer to myself
"He always makes it through"

I can't walk beside you,
Hold your hand, ruffle your hair
But I'm not powerless.
I'll shout, guide you with my voice
"I love you. I love you. Come home."