Reflections and Shadows

Snares

Sometimes when I need you most,
is when the distance gives me you least.
It's when my woes slink from the shadows,
that I quicken my pace towards our peace.

Vines of distraction slither onto the path,
while briers block with stubborn thorns.
Pitfalls lie concealed just around the bends,
where savages gouge with blaring horns.

How am I to weave through these perils,
so that I may keep from the prodigal way?
My sight remains steadfast upon the horizon,
despite these added troubles tainting my day.

I will follow the footholds of love laid bare,
until these snares are no longer a pesky maze.
When this path clears and the distance withers,
I'll have my heart's desire, a moment of your gaze.