Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

With one step bound to wander, stuck on the crossroads ahead, as memories of the past are one of holding hands, the feeling goes back to our last dance as I feel the memory.

Numbness sets in, I’m trying not to feel the past, folding my hand in the icy snow and cradling myself on a dark winter night.

Fighting to find a spark of hope casting light on the shadow that has become me, as the road ahead is coved by the heart that does not hear, blind to the whispers of the winds. Days lived in the icy snow when feet froze and knees fell down.

Then the moon shines, lighting up the path ahead. The stillness of the night leaves the wandering heart at peace to hear the whispers behind the silence; listen, hold your head up; somewhere is a candle burning to guild back home, back to you, you are the hope you seek.

© Elke T.B.Stevens 11/12/2022