Is it dusk or is it dawn .
He no longer knows
Yet he see the shine on the water as out to sea it flows.
Lost to to us, he is so forlorn.
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Waking she wonders what will today be like
She yearns to talk to him and see recognition in his eyes
He is just like a dizzy child, who her patience tries
Impossible to cope all conversation trite.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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