Voice out of Darkness
by Jerome Baquilar
I was alone, nothing to guide me
In the darkened wilds of life
Searching for the light of day
Much less, the way out.
The first thing I came upon
Was a foreign, strange voice
Beckoning, almost demanding me
To show just who I am.
Hesitant, I opened myself to the voice
To my shock, to me, so did she.
How, in the name of darkness
Could so beautiful a soul from the dark be?
Did I, in the dark of wilds
Find a means to an end?
Not at all, she said, but now
You have me, a new friend.