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...

Screams are all I can offer
as the world ceases...

Full of fun you filled our lives
And those around with love and joy...

Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...

Heaven weeps,
with wings outstretched as if...

Tucked beyond the back,
Unacknowledged and forgot...