A face coming alive

A face coming alive

Your face is born from the haze

and as I look in your direction

you coalesce into a more defined shape

you are still asleep, slumbering, floating

in a sea of wavy colours

you still are a cloud among clouds

figment of colours among colours

and yet the presence of my gaze makes you more real

I have found you at last

and not where I thought I would

I have found you at the confines of my internal world

a hazy place in constant expansion

a chaos of sounds and colours and shapes

it is the place where everything is born and comes to life

and soon your face will come alive too