In the garments and scuffs of paint on the floor
In the sections and imperfections of neatly laid tile
In the wood grain planks of our moral fiber
I see faces
In the rough random patterns of these stucco walls
In the drifting clouds of Mother Earths mind
In the memories of the ones left behind
I see faces
In the windows and mirrors of this flaccid pond
In travelled vessels in roads like veins
In continents and lands beyond
I see faces
In the hustle and bustle of the market place
In color, blind to the human race
I see faces
And, they are beautiful

Marcus McKinley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bare-your-soul-so-the-world-may-see/