Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A land invites, did I never feel loved before.
A land invites, to a forever kiss.
A land invites, to feel what a mystery keeps secret.

In a moment of dark despair I feel loved and cherished.
For the land invites to kindness everywhere I see..
In a moment of doubt a stranger’s hand reached out.
A land invites and becomes a new home.

Will I ever know how rich I am?
Will I ever give what’s been given?
Will I ever know the secret to the magic land?

© Elke T.B. Stevens, 16/05/2019