The Weeping Ghost Garden


Under the sky was a garden
Solitary and hidden
Inside a great typhoon 
of dark infinity

At dark 
the electric nightmares
Came to churn
for everlasting time
-Or until the end

Within a presence of blinding 
A tree existed 
with the undead

Its branches 
were greedy fingers
Reaching for 
something to devour

Its trunk 
penetrated the earth
With a force
No animal could yield 

Answering to the calls
Of the wild gust of 
Heard above 
the black clouds

Earth below stood 
and bubbled,
Dancing to a devils tune

In the weeping ghost garden
Never slipping 
into nothingness

But frothing 
with passion
For its own cherished darkness