garden of fire

In a garden of fire
The flowers burn
With formless desire.
Where immaculate borders
Of liquescent lava
Are wreathed in a gaseous blue fog
In which lightning sparks,
As you walk, on paths,
Of cinder stars!
Anger blossoming
Under your toes;
And who knows
What will grow
In a garden of fire?
What germinates deep
In it’s molten depths?
Maybe it grows
Tongues of flame
To speak in riddles
That enter our minds
Like smoke or fire
Consuming the dry tinder
Of our thoughts
Leaving us burnt black
And charred
With a zen-like echo
In the void;
That once more becomes
A garden whole
To sprout forth fire
Or holy words.