Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

To close the day, after walls crumble to ruin, a house empty, no sound to echo the past. Fantasy of future hearts and a mastered smile seeking stars in others.

To close the day, after leaving the old grounds for the green valleys, the echo of the future is but a soft whisper, the fantasy of future hearts is stoned with strange barricades.

To close the day, after the knowledge of broken walls, leaving the fantasy of future hearts at the gate of stoned walls, to walk in pursuit of old dreams bringing me over land and sea.

To close the day, sacrifice to a dream will have a moment of bitter sweet, when echoes whisper from far calling to thrive in the new land.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 10/2018