For each day we are given to rise
We are the authorsPublished countless timesInside our hard coversindividual accounts litter the brittle pages Always on display through the windows of the worldEverydayRead by the legions of eyesOur facesThe autobiographies of uncharted livesFor us they concede the unspoken truthsOur ever changing facesRare a thing that can speak volumeswithout the obligation of conversationThough it may offer few words,few aberrationsStillOur facesAlways ever-present inevitably releasing those quiet revelations.Our novels construed by our facial debutsWe wear our smilesThe venomous glare of our many trialsEach creased line like a treasure map to wisdom, from the infinite number of learned lessonsOur expressions speak of our joy, our pain, our transgressionsEven our distant gaze is a voice for empty spaces They leave abiding impressionsIn silent narration our revealing facesOften bringing tribulation to lightIt’s a point of reference for our personal journeys through lifeWith each random glanceit is the first of which we noticeIn those brief moments Faces of all kindsIn vast array of shape and shadeBehind each, the beckoning plot linesUnveiling the best and worst of timesBut of all the lasting imagesIt is always the faces, foremost in our minds.Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved