FireWood

i went out to the neighborhood

i was looking for some firewood

i stole into a strangers home

and strange, still, became my own

i fell for mantle photographs

some distant vacation, some greener grass

a wife in white dress, myself in black

o little ghosts, ghosts, my future heart attacks

at night i press the window-pane

and set my lens across the lane

reflected room, o refracted flame

that is my home, home,

that is where i came from

it's time i travel back to youth

to tell the life that's false from the life that is true

and if i borrowed love for you

i will pay my debts, i will start anew