Cemetaries

From a young age, I loved cemeteries.
Their smell, the fresh cut grass,
     (in the old kingdom, always a layer of dew or frost)
the endless mystery of named stones
stretching far away. I wanted to run deep into
those woods and find the lost tomb of Annwn
that stood like a gateway, a pyramid—
     (In the old kingdom, it led to the white land
      where fairies roamed)
—where treasure was buried—and a legacy—
a family affair.