The map bequeathed me proved inaccurate,
yet I found my way from there to here.
Who wandered with me all that way but you?
We who lost our way but did not fear
have reached the well-marked road at last, come dusk.
Walk with me into the night drawn near.
Stephen Brooke ©2018
I must admit, this ended up nothing like what I had in mind when I started. That, I consider a good thing.