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...

No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...

How quickly we forget the past
and what it means to fear...

There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...

When night is at its longest
And the air lies sharp with frost...

Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...