I come alive
when I silence my voice
and drink your words through my eyes.

I come alive
sitting beside the window pane
hearing the pitter-patter of the soft rain.

I come alive
in the steam of the tea
encircling me like a dragon's smoke wreath.

I come alive
in the still of the room
unprovoked, unperturbed, pleasantly alone.

I come alive
deceptively physically dormant
but inside my mind, a bombination; restless incantation.

I come alive
the voices of time as my celestial guide
the paths innumerate; infinite possibilities.