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Cinnamon Fairy

Cinnamon fairy
tread grass   not gravel
lest the sleepers    wake
part   lacy umbels   blanched
by the wingtips
of passing angels
pass    headstones
filigreed     by ivy

Cinnamon fairy
spreads her fingers   wide
views the scene       and says
     angels are broken
then soars    through the green
past gatherings of bells
blued        by heaven’s tears
to fragments      of sky

Cinnamon fairy
offers me     moon dust
and slivers   of stars
and wide-eyed         she stands
her wings     opened out
as time’s shadow
like melted words   caresses
her cheek   then dissolves

too long    I have dwelt
among you    my friends
in search of answers
the living don’t have
like lovers   we must part
for I know    that beyond
the words in the book
the meaning of life

is death

(from Walking with Angels)