The ancient ruins of red
brick and stone
just above the surface of Loch
Ness;
I stared out into the mist,
the history,
the fog hanging over the
water.
I walk down to the shore, by
the edge of the Loch;
I was drawn back in time, my
own history.
She was out there, but
invisible to me;
I sensed her presence, the
movement of the legend,
hidden in the fog, of time,
of nature,
the peated deep, hiding secrets
still, beyond
the enlightened “reality” of
science.
How sad for us all.
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edited July 23, 2015
Urughart – v3
(editing version 2)
edited April 21, 2015
Urughart – v2
&
2/25/06 19:05
Urughart
Standing on the edge of Loch Ness, 1999
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