Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Enchanted by the sound of a gentle voice, whispering magical tunes, the air waltzes softly around me, as the presence of an angel fills the room.

Nodding my head, not awake, not asleep, gladly smiling, looking at the glowing of a candle, and fall into a daydream. The enchanting sound, a gentle voice, changes sorrow into shadow.

As my eyes fall slowly a soft breeze feels like a warm touch, familiar and with comfort, full of sleep, I drift into a deep dream, where I believe in the light of the stars.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 30/01/2021