Ripples

Ripples every time I move
warm water, amniotic fluid
soft music, ethereal in its essence
my mind no longer arid.

Closed eyes, open mind
I let the feelings come
total relaxation. Wet hair
an idyllic place I roam,
music, audibly yet softly played
behind my purple veil
as I lie here in this heaven
to lost islands I’ve raised sail.

Purple swirls in mists of time
take me to a higher plane
I linger here, there is no rush
I need this to stay sane.
Lost inside my reverie
I’m at one, myself, just me
behind my eyelids gently closed
such wonders I can see.

Candles burning, sometimes flicker
their aroma fills my head
listening intently to my ‘voice’
to remember what is said.
Time passes by, feeling inert
My body clocks tells me:
It’s time to go the water’s cold
With no more tracks on my CD! :)

Von Powell©