Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Urughart – v2

The ruins of red brick and stone
just above the surface of Loch Ness;
I stared out into the mist
hanging over the water.
I walk down to the shore, by the edge;
I was drawn back in time.

She was out there, but invisible to me;
I sensed her presence,
hidden in the fog, of time,
the peated deep,
the enlightened “reality” of science.
How sad for us all.

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edited April 21, 2015
Urughart – v2

2/25/06 19:05
Urughart
Standing on the edge of Loch Ness, 1999
  

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