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...

It’s not my fault that the unicorn lied
Or the hippogriff hid all my clothes...

Candy floss kisses ‘neath carnival skies
Galloping horses, wild musical rides...

Silver fingers caress dark water,
becalming its heaving mass...

Trapped beneath the burning
heat of a remote suns rays...

Does a gnome in the garden
keep fishing at night...