Night

In a painted darkness
Of gurgling life
And a few fathoms,
Of liquid isolation
Sleep smells like an Eastern fable


Jelly-fish time,
Floats indolently past...

Sound loses its leaden soul
In a mermaid's song

Magical fish sell dreams;
Of coloured teardrops,
That sometimes
Howl;

In the night...
In the painted night of the ocean