Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: The Faultless Past
Black worlds have a reverie of,
Oceans when the mist has settled,
And the storms are turbulent,
But beautiful in a failing sky.
Iíve cried beneath a sea of dust,
When I was shrouded and confused,
And I captured maniac dreams,
To feed my growing fears.
Laughing, laughing,
I force the clouds to spin in time,
With my morning of causeless colours,
That shine in my eyes like unicorn horns.

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