Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

When summer is at his highest and no hand has been given, I’m sad on the day when my way is unclear.

When every step is confident but my heart breaks out in chaos when I see my old love passing by, given me a glimpse of a perfect love story when no hand has been given at summer highest.

The desiring heart becomes a burning fired heart when passion reaches out to a heart in chaos, but with no love story to tell at summer highest.

No hand will be given before winter visit’s the burning heart before chaos has given a chance to settle like a silent river on touched by the fire but shaped by life’s changes.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 09/06/2018