Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The dawn break’s, when anxiety changes into excitement, when the soul dreams of new land to be discovered, the heart weeps for it has to leave behind, On a journey that has to be taken, for the call is one of magic and adventure.

Mysterieus is the land beyond my sight, but in my vision, it is different from my past, my present, and the history is rich, a place I remember from my dreams.

When my daydreams wonder of, I feel the french air in my lungs, the wind through my hair as I feel the sun in my face, and time slows down, a smile fils my body with butterflies, and for a moment I’m in love with life, and the mysteries it holds.

I sit in the meadow, with a dream of going home, the home with in, for I have heard of a place where everyone is home.

So I follow the stream, and feel myself drift towards something new, with the knowledge of what I leave behind, as the heart weeps, the soul is free for the adventure to come.

The call has awakens what has been at slumber. An other crossing over the threshold has started.

25/08/2021 Elke T.B. Stevens ©