Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
But it was filled with love,

Searching through time
Walked through my old street
Stared at the oak tree,boy that tree was fun,

Staring at this old place
Heard my name behind
Turned to a trip through time
Faced by an old foe or friend? I can't recall,

Seating on this old chair
Breathing in that old smell of
Lavender with Rose,

Looking at the old plant
Memories came rushing, oh those were the days
Smiling as a walk home,

Thinking of this time trip
It's one I'd take again
But maybe not alone.
© Ink Heart