MIDNIGHT

In the nighttime runs a silver thread where fantasies unwind
Silence takes a tangled trail where sight is for the blind.

By morning all is plain to see and mysteries are dispelled
But morning never knew the depth the well of midnight held.

I spent an hour underground--each second like an age
The room I left became a tomb of incoherent rage. 

I saw a look that passed along love's electricity
Desire to a half-thawed heart like March expectancy.

A TEAR IN THE SKY

A tear in the sky, and the light shone through
We were all blinded, though truth was renewed
Clay wrapped the crystal that contained the rays
And hid in plain sight the first ending of days.

Few of us noticed the light from within
Some wanted bread and some wanted their sin
All were compelled to admit or deny
That an unearthly brilliance had dazzled their eyes.

A sign in the dust, and dust was the place
Where the truth was written, and soon erased
Let the first sinner bow the first knee
Let the last saint write the last note of grief. 

Garden

The garden green is grown with weeds
'tis crowded to the eye
And underneath the wiregrass
A turtle muddles by.

In spring it was a finer thing
With rows among the clods
The shoots displayed their tiny leaves
In victory o'r the sod.

Then take a plow and until now
Turn and turn the earth
The deeper cuts the farmer's blade,
The better crop is birthed.

Sower, spread the tenderest seed
Throughout the deepest scars
Maestro, wave your cloud baton
'Neath orchestras of stars.

--Geryll Zehr