Real

 

I close my eyes, and all the world falls dead

There is no light, no sound, no music rings.

I think I made you up inside my head.

 

The housewren in the eaves is real, I said

defiant when you told me no one sings

I close my eyes and all your words fall dead

 

But when you cut your hand, I know you bled

Like wrens in windows spread their tails & wings

Did I make that up inside my head?

 

Reality is such a fragile thread

Unravelling faster than a coil of string

I close my eyes and all the world falls dead

 

I struggle with the dreams I take to bed

Their music is a spider’s web that clings

I close my eyes and all the world falls dead

I think I made you up inside my head