Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

When silence comes and only a memory of beauty is what left of a meeting between two blue eyes then I want to lighten that memory.

Wishing karma will be gentle on me, Wishing I had a choice, Wishing I was playful.

But there is always a reason for memory, there is always someone reminding you of beauty, their is always karma in blue eyes meeting one another.

When silence comes a memory of beauty will fill your mind with thoughts hoping the mist in the mind will be gentle.

When time comes it brings a warm memory of beauty.

©Elke T.B. Stevens 30/09/2018