His journeys

He sees things, he hears things,
he goes places, where you can't go.
You can see it in his eyes,
when his journey begins,
but you can never follow him in.
You can see the pain,
you can hear the sorrow,
but you can't reach into the
shadows to comfort him.
He comes back from his travels
less and less often now.
He stays away from our world,
returning only when he gets
to tired to continue.
The night is drawing closer,
he is getting colder,
and he is getting older.
Growing blind and deaf to me,
standing, waiting, calling his name.
Wanting him to return,
he has been gone far too long.
If he does not return soon,
he may be lost forever.

Shinemyrtle