Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

In a picture from the past, eyes glow of a vision for the future.

In the sound of a song, words tell of a story, a name and a smile.

In a midnight’s dream a broken heart, seeks conferred in the impossible.

In the afternoon sun with a breeze from the east, I feel her, but she is not there, the storm has passed, but I still miss her.

Some days fade away with no words in air or paper. Some days are filled with a smile, laughter and dance. Free in mind and body.

Today I see myself through her eyes, wiping dry tears from my cheeks. As I see in the mirror and wait until the sun comes up again.

Remembering that we all fall apart sometimes, but that the sun always returns.

© 10/10/2020 T.B. Stevens