Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The morning sun brings wandering to the heart, on the shores dreams finds a tender heart.

Where life brings back the open heart, peace will be found in the the wandering of the heart, sadness will fill the eyes before the morning sun will dray the tears of a restless night.

When wandering in the heart you will see though to window of the soul, it tells of the love you see in the mirror.

© Elke T.B. Stevens