Deep down the river dreams, sleep-talking laughter and mischief, winking in the glare of sun and green. Deeper still the the fish swims, languid and cool and quick; lazy in the lull of quiet current. Down among the mud and the sunken leaves the world turns over through sunken eyes blurred and stinging and bright. The wash of red and the splash of gold while the songbird twitters to sleep dissipates in darkened blue. Deepest quiet--- the hush of stolen breath.
