A Path to You

A poem of longing to go home again.

I lie upon my bed this night,
Regrets dance through my mind.
Elusive sleep denies my plight,
No solace can I find.

Bleak views of what my life begat
By what I thought was truth,
Replaced by misty visions that
Remind me of my youth.

I'm strolling down the path to where
You greet me with a kiss,
The laughter and your loving care
Are what I truly miss.

Our rambling house was filled with love;
I couldn't see it then.
But now I pray to God above
To take me home again.

Within these lonely jailhouse walls
My thoughts may only roam.
A tree-lined road now softly calls;
This path shall lead me home.


This is written in alternating iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter.

Prompt:  Title  --  A Path to You