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...

Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...

Within the home where love once dwelled
An aching void resides...

A petal,
Once soft and pale pink...

To the victor the spoils.
Is that truly the case...

Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...