Sandhorses

Sand-horses fly through the dunes

hooves splitting air with golden light.

Nostrils sucking, siphoning streams

and rivers, lakes and fountains.

Manes fly with frost, tails charged with ice.

Peacock rides astride, fantail

splayed ruby, purple gold.

Beak up and open for the

chance to sing to the clouds.

Wind bellows, moon slides

and the stars avert their gaze.