If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...

Beneath our feet her heart's core pulses,
shaping time itself around each tiny beat of life...

Beauty clothed in feathers black yet rainbow...
lustrous and glinting under sunbeams kiss...

Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap...

Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...