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...

Youthful aspirations hold
the world in pristine hands...

Too often life demands
we be broken...

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...