Plump of pillows and magic fluids,
silver of metal, white of wings
let you drift down into safe depths.
Suddenly a blast of fire startles
your heart back into rhythm,
back to a steady surge,
regular waves on the shore;
a ripple up blue waterways,
down red canals to a short night
on a peaceful desert island.
On waking you will feel
the warm pulsing
of new rhythmic birth.
White angels assure you,
you are back to cardiac normality and fit
to step onto solid ground on slippered feet.