Lone Traveler

I walk along a beaten path,
Along a crumbling wall,
I walk until I can no longer,
And am about to fall.

I rest briefly as all must do,
Along the crumbling wall,
Covered in vines old and new,
Among ravines big and small.

The old oaks hang overhead,
And bathe the path in shade,
For brief seconds I see the sun ahead,
In slivers of openings time has made.

I close my eyes ever so briefly,
And think of things old and new,
Of these things chiefly,
Thoughts and memories of you.

I hear birds singing,
Far away in the distance,
Seemingly they are calling,
For me to leave the fence.

I continue down the old road,
With my resolve renewed,
Feet still soar with blisters bold,
But with my heart refueled.

In the brief moment I rested,
Along the crumbling fence,
Your love itself has bested,
Feelings of sorrows dense.

No matter how dark the path or road,
You shall ever travel upon,
A light at the end bright and bold,
Will beckon you along.

The light might be many things,
For many different folks' lives,
But the thoughts of you bring,
Brightness to my eyes.

No matter how hard the road may seem,
I only have to close my eyes,
And think of how your personality beams,
To be whisked away to paradise.