Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

There among the masses she is standing firm and grounded,
with the weight of the world on her shoulders.
I wonder how the world looks like through her eyes,
if she is seeing all the colours, is she trying to keep it together?

There among the masses she stands enjoying the beauty of the coming twilight,
listening to the tales of a ghost’s past,
suddenly feeling like autumn in summer.
I wonder if she hoping for better days?

There among the masses she is floating with the drift
to uncover the mystery of what it is she feels that keeps her moving.
I wonder if she sees the dream within herself?

There among the masses she is flying she dares to be free,
she dares to let go, she feels like a fool.
I wonder if she knows her heart is ready to blossom among the loved ones.

There among the masses she is floating she uncovers
her mystery she finds the fool within herself.
I wonder if she will ever show me her smile and laughter.

There among the masses she stands enjoying the beauty of autumn
a waiting the coming twilight of summer.
I wonder if she feels de warm sun on her skin,
if she can hear the laughter behind the dark cloud?

There among the masses she is standing firm and grounded,
she is free from the world’s war,
her shoulders strong and her mind free from worry.
I wonder if she knows the woman she became if she feels the strength within herself?

© Elke Stevens 28/04/2018