Poetry: The Articulation of a Face

by Liam

“Let the soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.” Rumi

Upon the edge of breaking dawn

I reach out to the waiting morn

“Why am I?, who am I?, What am I?”

The silent articulation in

Gods quiet space Echoes, reverberates in lines across my aging face

Each smile captured

Each laughing moment brings to life

Obliterates the pain the strife

Ripples across an endless sea

These questions lines of poetry

Remind my soul remember thee

The beginning

The end

The now

Be free