In the silence of a home once full of noise,
A clock is ticking.
Suddenly I know…
Every second marks a moment,
Another chunk of time
Leaves the future,
Slides through the present
Becomes the past…
As I listen.
And this is me,
A life ticking away.
How many seconds pass in reverie?
How many lost unmarked
And unremarked
Beyond my reach?
I cannot call them back,
Cannot rewind, relive
Refill with memories.
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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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Ah I like this a lot! 😀
And yes, I also hear the clocks ticking with no kids or dogs around! 🙂
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Thank you. The ticking is a good reminder to enjoy 🙂
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Yes. 🙂
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I enjoyed this just as much the second time around, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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