Film Screen Dream

Mornings I wake with wet lashes
Film screen dream flickers and flashes
You were alive, you were there, I swear

Dancing on the walls, on the white sheets
Shadow falls, echo beats
and I'm not sure when the line begins to smudge and blur, what is real?

I didn't lose you instantly
Celluloid skin slips by degrees
Shutter clicks, flesh fades to black, come back

Dancing on the walls, on the white sheets
Shadow falls, echo beats
and I'm not sure when the line begins to smudge and blur, what is real?