Distance Signals

Stand me up in the deep end of the pool.

Chins sky high the only way that sailors know.

Queue the wind to provide some fresh lungs the moment in which to drown for you in real time.

The slow motions of the movie scripts, and scenes that I am not in.

Floating among the edge of the places you found in the sun.

Where your spirit dances like clockwork sinking beyond the the waves.

Close the curtains, and the blinds.

Cover all the innocent eyes as I pry open the beating the heart I would give as offering of bravery, and valor to win you over like I used to.

Big waves of light carry you to the world before us, as we pass from the world behind us.

The burial sessions long gone.

No longer the stowaways waiting for our turn.

Graveyard songs sing along, then on and on, in various shades of grey.

Agony, and irony flirt with the heart strings kept in a locket box buried underneath the house.

I find there every night, and sometimes I turn on the light.

But I am standing on the edge of the deep wondering how long before it takes me too.