Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

My hands are writing the words, but my lips never spoke.

My heart wants to tell, the world from my lips but they are taken by the pen.

My soul is taken over me by the fairy dust of song, when a song sings at night during the full moon.

My heart feels the dust of the writers words, when my heart sees the love of words never told.

I hear my heart sing at the dance of all words, the heart has spoken the words of all love.

04/07/2019

©Elke T.B. Stevens