Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

She bowed with courtesy to her friend, a hand reaches out and everting changes.
How to think, how to feel, how to see, nothing will ever be the same.
Changes trough a bow of courtesy and hand reaching out.

Both on an other tune dancing together, I’m yours, your mine, now dancing together on one tune, on this rhyme a slow fire burs bright.
If words had the power, we would let the moon shine, music play under the sun and every day would be new.

We left behind fear and doubt at the door of a new day, the flame burns bright within after a bow of courtesy and hand reaching out. A wink from the guarding angels and we know nothing will ever be the same.

© Elke T.B. Stevens