Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A tune sounds like a long forgotten memory.

It’s the telling of time, it’s not that I’m afraid.

A heartbeat with no rhythm no feeling of loneliness, only a ticking sound.

A grime smile sets tone for a friendly reminder of a past smile.

A look into the shadow of my own mirror startles my soul.

Have I been holding on to long? Have I not seen where I tread.

Did I forgot to listen to the rhythm of my own heart becoming more disconnected from myself.

Was my fear for pain so scary I could not hope to love, to dream, to feel.

And I know, I’m not longer who I once we’re to be, but I don’t know who I am now.

I only know I’m on a crossing near a new time. A new me. A new adventure.

© T.B. Stevens 06/04/2019