Oak Island

autumn leaves fall like shooting stars from overhead
frost bites hard as i dream of childhood days well spent
silhouettes survive behind those weathered walls i once called home
of loved ones who've changed but in certain ways still remain the same

with this sweet illusion of time

i pack the puzzle pieces all away
as i think back on cards that then were played
the first act of my life in this charade
on these steps of mortal age

oak island where my memories grew
days of laughter echoed in my youth
these are the times that i once knew

oak island where old friends were made
memories sculpt a dormant grotto... residing in my mind
now the passing wind caresses chimney stacks
as it billows away with gilded puffs of black

leaves of dew and leaves of green
leaves of gray and branches clean
acorns replace the late summer breeze
another year, another ring, preserved within these trees

street lights flicker with a vengeance at dark
battling a silent war with the light from the stars
oak island will always hold a place in my heart

oak island where my memories grew
days of laughter echoed in my youth
these are the times that i once knew