A Vagabond's Lament

For a shadow to be cast There a man must stand But on the pulled up floors of my childhood below me A sunbleached love of the past Shades pulled from the bones of my old home Torn from the flesh of me I never owned this Plaster and frame be damned Curtain, candle and letter Compost, cellar and stone Curtain, candle and letter Compost, cellar and stone Curtain, candle and letter Compost, cellar and stone