Face

Face

Face

A thing I see

The outward appearance of 

An inner soul

Yet not the 

Same

For the lips can only contain

A trace

Of the pleasure 

Or the pain

That the depth

Feels

For the eyes can only convey

A glimpse

Of the past that was

Lived 

And the future that is

Dreamed

Face

A thing I do

I meet the world

I brave its tastes

The experience curves 

My fleshy rim

Into a smile or flattens

It 

Stretching taut into a line

Which draws hard breath

I confront the world

I encounter its sights

The vision brightens

My origin of discernment 

Sparkling forth the announcement

That we have become versed in

Wisdom

Or

It darkens the orbs

That have taken in 

The cruelty that just won’t learn

Face

The truth

That wrinkles show

And shadows tell 

That belief will 

Not 

Let 

Go 

But persists in

Defying what is known 

To risk just

One 

More day

To let others meet

My 

Face