Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

No incantation to undo the mistakes of the past, only with the sage’s gift of time will this seed grow into consciousness.

As she cast’s a spell of love into a distanced memory, to wander inside so long you need, till you hear the sirens song.

Mistakes made, now lay in the memory of the past, forgiveness and acceptance of the past will blink of a new dawn.

Singing on a melody, given by the sage, dispels the fury of the moment, as you learn to balance on the tread of life.

Being where you supposed to be, you hold the seed of a growing consciousness, if you let go and fly, as life waits for you to take the next step.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 20/07/20