Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The heart of a nomad, a new kind of love, a small breeze on a sunny day, no cloud to darken the day.

Time to feel when a new kind of love fills your heart with gold were no tear has a place.

You know it’s the heart of a nomad when day and night meet to leave the pain of past worry.

It’s a new kind of love when time makes you dance on a new song when the know in worn, a new tune fades the memory of the old.

A first time every time when a new kind of love visit’s you on a sunbading day.

The heart of a nomad feels the small breeze of a first new time when trust gives peace on a day with no cloud to darken the heart of the traveler.

© 3/6/2018 Elke T.B. Stevens.