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...

A tree there stands upon a hill
Which bears such painful scars...

Banners snap in breeze wrought heavy with the...
Hooves rumble across grass worn thin and bare in...

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...