Such exquisite line
Forms an art without figure
The face of Islam
Forms an art without figure
The face of Islam
Step back
Allow details
To live and flow
Breathes the rhythm
Breathes the rhyme
In the subtler play
Of space and time
Then turn around
To discover
Yet another wonder
Leaves me to wonder
How many others
Reflect upon this other
Reaching up
Where black kites soar
In deep blue skies
With wispy cloud
And from the top
The calls to prayer
Are sung five times
To rally faithful
Not intended
To diminish
The faithful
But to invite
Intricate details
Inlaid in stone walls
Indicate a beauty
And subtlety
Beckoning exploration