I whisper you to the west,
The mist carried your name across the cloud-path,
Coursing through the life blood of rivers,
Washing far off shores as tides ebb and flow,
Drawn by the moonlight.

I whispered you to the south,
The sun shone for you, gilding your hair,
Sand devils danced with the serpents before you
Passionate abandon of summer
In a painted desert.

I whispered you to the east,
The breeze took you, caressing your skin
Kissing your face as you laughed in the sunrise
Filling your being with breath
In jealous intimacy.

I whispered you to the north,
Where the hills curve around you like a lover,
Undulating gently beneath your body
Pressed close to her green mantle
As the sky darkens for you.

I whispered you to my soul
Your name echoed in the star filled void
I found there. And every star was you
And also I, and something more
Reflecting only Love.

This poem is featured in Life Lines

About Sue Vincent

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. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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17 Responses to Direction

  1. Sadje says:

    This is a superb poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lovely and tender Sue, A joy to read. Thank oyu.


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  4. Reblogged this on The Light Behind the Story and commented:
    A beautiful poem by Sue Vincent from her collection Life Lines:

    Liked by 1 person

  5. this is truly lovely Sue


  6. dgkaye says:

    A stunning poem Sue. ❤


  7. willowdot21 says:

    Absolutely lovely.💜


  8. Jules says:

    Love of partners or of a child to a parent…
    especially of a child that did not get to know a parent before they passed.
    A prayer to recognize distance can be imagined away…

    That we can take various views on the same piece attests to the mastery of your artistry.


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