GLIMMERS

by Richard Schnap

In the skeleton landscapes of morgue-like bars
I have heard the flight of miraculous songs

And on the blackened walls of graveyard galleries
I have seen the blossoms of breathtaking art

And on the smoke-stained pillars at anonymous corners
I have read the awakenings of wondrous poems

And known that even in the darkest of shadows
A light will be shining that never goes out