This is Golden time for water-folk.
Water calm and glassy; beckoning with undulating ripples.
Time to feel the Jasmine air of evening light upon skin
Immersed, in the flesh or the mind’s eye.
Time to drift. To imagine breathing underwater, gliding with eyes open.
Through a portal bedecked with green finery,
To a of perpetual, weightless swimming.
To a soothed body.
To a calm mind.
© Tom Tide 2016