Poem XXI

The lines on your face
Contours that endow
Your experience of beauty
Grooves depths
Suggest your wisdom
Their eloquence
Contains all words, and
More than your notions
Of pain, grief, happiness.
The lines on your face
Form the letters of your name
Display the response that
Illuminates your present
And the contrast that
Is the shade of your past.
You are blind to the words
Written on your face
No matter how clear
They are to others.
Your mirror reflects
The memory of your hope.