Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Would you take pitty on me if didn’t walk for a day. As I only gave my heart to the hunger of my desire.

Trying to find my fairytale land, I look into the mirror and see a reflection of what can be. I drown into the dark mind, loosing sight of the sun.

I forgot to see the green land, feel the love and did not value of what was surrounding me.

Now I can only wait for the dawn to clear before I hear the sound of my heart sing again.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 16/12/2019