Always Turn The Lights Out

She always turns the lights out when I'm going home. Asleep to dream of another day and into the light I breathe again. There's no talk as our language is not advanced. Secrets bring arrivals and one thought brings a thousand photographs flooding through the mind. I never know what's going to happen next. I await what follows next.........

Instantly forgettable, this affection is almost regrettable were it not for the hope of holding something more than a paper bag. My mind is elsewhere and she's a calming influence. There's talk but then there's the silent understanding that if we reach beyond the limits we can always go back down and start again because it's nothing that we wouldn't want.

She always turns the lights out when I'm home. Asleep to dream of another day and thinking of the silent stars that are screaming underneath the sonar world. Radiate what's hers and take apart what is mine. The indifference is nothing to be afraid of it happens all the time. Hanging on the coat-tails for what really isn't there. But if I'm inside the secret smokescreen. I'll be standing in your doorway when the night is ours.

And the curtains close, the lights are out. The cinema is put to rest. I go asleep to dream of some other kind of day, some other way to escape but you know that it's not easy. One thought brings a thousand pictures flooding through the mind. Your only footsteps echo on the floor of my mind. The only escape route's been blocked and no lack of heart can make me turn the key. You just have to ask.........