Mystery

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Footprints in smoke trace an echo of longing,
Ghosts on a Temple floor paved black and white
Waltzing in silence through deep drifting Roses;
Memories dance in the Garden tonight.
The Tower looks on with its ever-blind windows
Whispering fantasies wander the Halls
Naked and caged there a Lover lies bleeding,
Beauty enchanted and chained in its Walls.
Hung from the bridge that could lead to salvation,
Under the Moon with a Star in his Eye,
Flashes the Blade that will bring him to freedom
Holding the gaze that will teach him to Fly.
The Castle lies silent, the wind mourns the laughter,
The Pool now reflects but a summer in flames
Yet under the hill where the Sun guards a Shadow
A shimmering waterfall whispers their Names.

About 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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8 Responses to Mystery

  1. robbiesinspiration says:
    March 19, 2017 at 12:50

    A lovely poem that definitely suits its title.

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  2. rivrvlogr says:
    March 19, 2017 at 17:10

    This makes me think of Dylan (aka Robert Allen Zimmerman).

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  4. memadtwo says:
    March 20, 2017 at 10:19

    “memories dance in the garden tonight”–full of evocative images, but that’s my favorite. (K)

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