She tiptoes on a rainbow's edge -
I stretch to offer up my hand
but she is too far by a finger's length.
I catch a nervous glance behind,
then she is air and mist and laughter.
Embraced by breezes, an autumn leaf
runs the reel in reverse: time-shifter
rising from the dust to give me life.
A billion murders are reduced to one
in the universal eye,
but she, as pure immortal sin,
knows forgiveness is a lie.
Forlorn, downfallen angel, fold your wings
and stay this night - I need to feel your stings.
