Such exquisite line
Forms an art without figure
The face of Islam
Forms an art without figure
The face of Islam
Somewhere beyond
The vanishing lines
Where the land rises
Above the horizon
The straight lines curve and wind
Flaxen plain becomes jagged stone
Sunset gives way to twilight
Gives way to deepest night
There the adventure begins
There’s often a line
A flow
A grace unintended
Unnoticed
Unseen before the backward glance
I love to follow the arc
Luxuriate in the sensation
Experience the emotion of tone
Map out the journey of my eye
Through the continents of shapes
Beauty