Midnight In A Zen Garden

In the hollows, in the echoes
By the deep black water she whispers his name
Near the corner of her breathing
There are silent vespers praying he does the same
It is so dark, nothing has a border
Not even her body, not even her heart

In the hollows, in the echoes
By the velvet shadows she sits all alone
Tasting wonder, feeling visions
With a soul so empty it would not stop a stone
It is so dark, nothing has power
Not even the moon, not even this garden

Midnight in a Zen Garden
Too awake, so alone
Midnight in a Zen Garden
From the blood, to the heart, to the bone

In the hollows, in the echoes
All the things she calls for press against her skin
With a noiseless rush of power
Something’s breathing on her and she softly gives in
It is so dark, beginnings are ended
Not even an edge left, not even an other

Midnight in a Zen Garden
Too awake, so alone
Midnight in a Zen Garden
From the blood, to the heart, to the bone

Words & Music: Jill Freeman