Face and Figure - Lydia Luce
In shades of every color
Light glides around the room
The beauties overwhelming
Can you see it too
The house is filled with orchids
They pour ore ever vase
A scene be devoured
A holy place
I'm not a face
I'm not a figure
I'm not a number or a sign
A glance outside the window
A gaze into myself
A spark becomes an ember
If I were someone else
I'm not a face
I'm not a figure
I'm not a number or a sign
I'm not a name
I'm not a mind
I am a witness