I have a mental picture
Of a movie in my head.
It plays and plays in sequence,
Orders of action or suspense.
Dialogue is silent film,
Rainbows in white on black.

I have a movie in my head,
A mental picture of this scene.
It starts out modern fantasy,
But turns to medieval horror.
Description is surface deep,
And imagery at point blank.

I see this motion picture,
This screen play in my mind.
It shows me all the plot points,
High times and then droll,
But on my page of white,
There is no movie of words.

I have a mental picture
Of a movie in my head,
But with eyes so numb
And fingers so stiff,
I think it will stay as-is.