Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A gathering of echo’s, I can’t explain it but we carry-on, we keep loving.
We will meet again, like ghost from the past, we dance on the memories of yesterday.

Silver dust sprinkles the once we love, at the gathering of echo’s, on the memories we share. On sparkle of a day in the sun, the laughter of a gathering of old friends echoes, the sound that we will meet again.

At night the silver dust lights up the best friends walk back, with only an echo in the past, we pick up were we left of and we give a hand with a kiss. All is well and all is good at the gathering of echo’s where we carry-on.

© Elke T.B. Stevens