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...

In winters tightening grip we face
these dull, grey days in lassitude and...

Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...

Even the clouds have ears
when she plays...

Caught in the whirlpool of life’s tide,
blue depths drag me under...

Tucked beyond the back,
Unacknowledged and forgot...

Heaven weeps,
with wings outstretched as if...

Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...