Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

On a broken morning, lost in life I’m sprinkled with pixie dust. When I’ve been given the key to a hearts mystery I feel old on a sunbathing day.
Here I allow darkness to cover the sun when the rain feels heavy on a young soul.

A kiss from soul to soul, a heart lost in time, Sprinkles of Pixie dust will set me free.
Lost in my own heart, I will find a little rose gardens, Ill find my smile, Ill find my heart.
It doesn’t make sense when brave courage is found allowing to feel the mystery.

A Sprinkle of Pixie dust and I will see.

It’s the soul recovering, it’s the heart becoming free, it’s the mind settling,
I see the stars, I see the moon, I see the space in between, I start to love your self.

©Elke T.B. Stevens. 03/2019