Hidden Faces Poem by cecil hickman

Hidden faces evolving, waiting for grand exposure,
Eyes, Eyes everywhere, endlessly looking, for what,
Some sexy, some sad, happy, even some very bad,
Varieties of their color show such depth within.
Those that are empty, masking what they know.
Surprisingly the view builds, the more you see.
Faces hidden for different reasons, viewed by me,
Some shameful, some distraught, delicately evolved,
These faces with only eyes glow boldly, molded.
Massive glow so vibrant, as these faces grow.
What is a face but a vision to see by eyes?
Our eyes deceive the true beauty of us inside.