M is for Map

Solid, making your way in the direction of home You create homes wherever you settle Once you’re there, you start to grow roots Getting stuck in one place, making your imprint Casting shadows you refuse to acknowledge Never wishing to move from your spot It’s others who get you moving The families you create with lovers and friends The shadow childings you raise as your own Refusing to admit there’s anything strange about them Or any of the places you’ve turned into a home Whether you’re at a temple or a cottage Your families always turn away Falling into pools of sparkling lost color Opening Doors in the center of stone circles You’ve lost and found family beyond the Door Now the shadows reach for you and your boys Tempting your children to become shadows themselves Accepting roles as The Hand and the Eye of the Tower You warn them not to listen to weathered stone’s whisper Knowing your warnings are probably in vain While you plant both feed in the earth Making yourself strong and solid Hoping your loved ones will do the same.