Warped Window

I have been wandering long

Came across your oh so delicate, delicate frame

Brittle boned, you sat crouched and decayed

200 years or more

Wrinkled map on skin, on floor

Warped window wood

Time had bent it good

Warped window wood

Life had bent it where it stood

Thought of you in the deep of my sleep

Thought of you in the depth of my night

Thought of you in the dark, darkest of days

Lay your head down next to mine

Till your dust is the clay on which we lie

We are dug up and dusted

Yet again

Dug up and dusted

And sent on our way

Warped window wood

Time had bent it good

Warped window wood

Life had bent it where it stood

Thought of you in the deep of my sleep

Thought of you in the depth of my night

Thought of you in the dark, darkest of days