Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A gentle breeze surrounds me on the the cliffs, together we hold hands, as the cycle of life, love’s the changing seasons, I open my hand and reach out for a gentle touch, as I get greeted by a ruthless display of wind and rain.

I stand and surround myself with the beauty of the Isles, guarded I found a noble heart “there must be wisdom in the tears of loneliness” as time longs for the ever changing seasons.

Again I stand alone, as hearts heal where once heart we’re warm with love, now will follow the cycle to flower once more as the beauty of the land file the soul with gracefulness and gratitude, a gentle breeze surrounds me, reminding me life is just a cycle, one with laughter one with tears. As we learn the lessons in life.

Elke T.B. Stevens ©