Let your ears listen out;
crickets strumming their bodies
a passing car
dog, voices low in the coming dark.
Between each breath a circle of quiet.
Let that stay there as you breathe in
in that round second
linger there and think of colours
in sunlit water
but do not forget to breathe out.
Think of fish, of the way they water-breathe
how they fly in their otherworld under the sea.
And of how your otherworld is sleep
as gentle as the leaves that are moving to the wind
or the weeds to the waves.
You can dive in now.
Or let your mind lie down
bring it in close to you and let your skin
hold it, like this bed holds you
or even the sea those fish we saw.
Feel the covering, your feet, hands,
each cheek and let your tongue lie still.
Can you hear the surf of sleep?
Can you smell the dreams you are going to have
or feel them warm along your body?
They will come for you, my love
and find you here.
The tide rises and rises to you.