Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

I got enchanted and mesmerized, by her majestic beauty.

Retreated, to try to comprehend the experience, only to recognise a transmutation, evanescence, not an aberration.

As a butterfly in it’s chrysalid stage, what seems as complicated, will simplify life and cut out any noisy clutter from the background.

Every day half forgotten, half present in my essence. Where no blood-relationship has ever gone, is a feeling of belonging, bound by a silk thread.

As many sides as nature it self, she is neither good nor bad, she just is. As I try to be as sensitive to the nuance of nature and her needs, I recognize an emotional affinity, I see all in her, I see all in me, the awesome mystery of who we are.

Her beauty is that of an other world, warming my heart in the darkening twilight. Her skin reflects the light, as her presence lingers in the dawn of the morning sun.

Her music overwhelmed me, like a call from far away, hypnotized I became a painter at night, her music would follow me to the next day and the days to come.

My life would fill with magic, in the present she lingers, in the past is her memory, in the future I grow and thrive, for the light it sheds on the shadow.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 20/11/20