it’s time
to disappear from the radar-screen
to dive
like a submarine
to the silent graves
beneath the waves
to scream
where no-one hears your dream
and fears are isolated
until they’re faded
green
just like the corpses of forgotten sailors
who never learned to swim
avoid temptation
trust in him
breathe
and scream
until the dream
itself becomes just history
and you and me
can see
each other without shooting flares
no jealous glares
no questions
be free
to stay away without a perfect reason
to be a ghost for just another season
and in the silence hear a single sound
the massive body hitting ground
the ceasing of the sonar’s beep
then sleep, sleep, sleep
