My fingers traced your skin in curve and line,
My touch the eyes of memory as you slept
Warm against my skin and breathing softly,
In the sunlight.
My pillow held the hollow where you lay,
With love glazed eyes that held me,
Watching as the wildness took me,
Smiling up at me.
I lay my head within that hollow space
An unmade bed my keepsake of the night,
The fantasy of skin and loving lingers
Calling my tears.
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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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