On golden wing she glides.
still within the stillness.
Her heartbeat that of Nut, the sky
Unloved, unnoticed save by those
whose time it is to die… 112 more words
I shall be posting my piece about the wonderful Silent Eye weekend later, if I have time, but, for the moment, enjoy this beautiful poem, from Sue Vincent's blog, which formed such an important part of the gathering of love and laughter.