Genesis

A poem from a darker time in my life...

Darkness,
Through the mists of the barren
loch waters
On a black night, under a full moon,
The eerie light outlines
figures in the water.
A being soars upward. To the surface it climbs.
Emerging into the darkness. Ripples in time
roll to the shores as the waters part.
Light breaks the encompassing shade
and brings forth a new beginning.