The city woke
Duty-bound and sullen,
Huddled Monday morning
And grey resentment
Stealing rose-gold wonder
From the pocket of necessity.
My road lay westward;
Gilded opalescence
Glimpsed in a mirror,
Easily missed
When the clock is ticking
And ‘elsewhere’ calls.
I raced the sunrise to the hills
And carried you with me,
Wishing to share
The mist and mystery
Of a perfect dawn
And the scent of heather.
Published by Sue Vincent
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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‘I raced the sunrise to the hills’. Wonderful
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I imagine your soul walks here, Sue. We miss you. ❤
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