Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

For my heart lost a song, a wee birdy sings a tune for my feet, when a pixie finds my smile in the kiss of a lost love.

When the mist clears the strand of the magic land, a pixie smile takes me to say word from my heart.

Dancing on the land of magic and moon, the pixie sings on the wee birdy tune, ill dance from heart beyond the mist, and my heart sings again.

©Elke T.B. Stevens