zebras are moon horses
skies paint them nightly
dandelions are new children
air seeds of blown hope
fairy lights are astronauts
floating as midnight suns
fading stars yearn slowly
they ache with millennia
tulips stream new bands
like yellow fragrant teens
clouds are pale balloons
bursting only for the rain
ladybirds are winged poets
cloaked in split red dresses
soil sings raw at dawn
murmuring under silent dew
farthings are lost keys
they open ancient lanes
jungles are hot blue magic
beating to flustered rhythms
eyelashes are salt breaths
minutiae of sea questions
jazz finds its east breaks
quivering in soft satin
