She sits,
alone on the white sands.
The turquoise waters
lap upon the shore
in their white foamy way.
She sits,
between the ocean
and the faerie pools
at the bottom of the hillock.
She sits,
and the white horses
soon come around.
They gently nuzzle her,
kissing her long white hair
that matches their long manes.
She sits,
as they move away,
not quite in a circle around her.
They watch over her
as she sits,
and greets the fullness of the rising moon.