Random faces,

plasticine masks,

some forgettable,

some memorable,

staid and serene,

as they pass by.

None revealing,

what lies behind.

A few details outlined,

through unblinking,

sunken eyes,

Pressed firm,

in black sockets,

surrounded by ashen grey,

anchored to pasty drab cheeks,

holding just enough color,

to create the illusions of life.

They blur as they slide past.

Lines, no streaks of darkness and light.

Forming patterns lost in motion.

Ever crisscrossing they move before me,

and then fade into the shadows.

They fall away, tossed aside,

discarded by my mind’s eye’s reach.

Lost beyond into another realm,

as I open my eyes, now awake,

to face the crisp colors of a new day.