Are you ahead

Perhaps around the bend

Beyond the stretch of sea

Is that why

I can't see you?

Not that I'm looking

Too busy packing up

The parachute

From yet another

Flightless free-fall

If you are there

If it is really You

I'll need chains

And whips and

A cellar to dwell in

Pin me down hold

Me fast shade

My eyes if it is really You

Splash the cellar gold

So that my skin glows

And as your final gesture

Please burn my parachute