Cold creeps in slowly,
Bones, chilled and brittle
Snap like twigs,
Fragile and friable.
Remembered warmth
Turns the mind to memory;
Sunlight and laughter
And your hand in mine
Murmuring dreams;
Walking our future
As our words entwine
And our hearts race
Seeing the far yesterday
In our tomorrow.
Climbing our mountains
With the innocence of children,
Finding our future
In each others eyes.
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Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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France & Vincent 
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We may lose everything else, but thank fully, our memories are eternal…
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Yes, written on the pages of history… even the small everyday things… long after we are no longer here to read them. xx
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Reblogged this on Books & Bonsai.
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Just read this poem over and over again, savoring the images and ideas. Thank you!
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Thank you, Will.
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Beautiful.
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Thanks, Wendy.
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