By Vivienne Telfer
Lying immersed in a warm water womb,
lavender bubbles caressing my neck,
soothingly popping as softly they break,
whisp`ring a lullaby in music of foam.
Gently exploring and searching they come,
Finding, massaging out every ache,
pain and discomfort that keeps me awake.
Promising rest in that steamy cocoon.
All that is perfect must vanish one day.
Hot water cools, disappears down the drain,
reaching the sea through a pipe in the bay
where nature's cycle reclaims it again.
To follow is tempting, be floated away
coming back flawless as sweet summer rain.