I dream in Technicolor

I dream in minute detail

I set the words they say, the screenplay

And my talent never fails…

 

I wake.. and sleepy seconds

Before my day begins

Sees the move turn to monochrome

The minute detail dims

 

I scramble for my bedside notebook

And pen - And try to catch

The moment - But the words within

Are distant; vague; detached

 

And then are gone. My page is blank

And I start another day.

In my dreams I Am A Writer

But in daylight... Dreams will fade