The definition of a name is you,
The crack into the Heavens, looking up from weighted footprints
Is the name of things,
Is the infinity of fullness that one name holds
When attached to a soul,
Is the archaic wisdom and celestial youth
Of a thing that has a name,
Is your name,
Is you.
And without a name, there is nothing,
No word and no life,
No language to even attempt to symbolize or signify,
To even come close to capturing your essence,
And without that, you are not,
Without imprint or cast, since
A name is the way that you stand:
Solid and unmoved
Until you choose,
And oh, then you prove
In the way your whole face lightens,
Like freedom it frightens,
Like angels and titans,
When a name takes my hand.
A name is just a simple sound…
That smells of the past,
That tastes of the dreams
Of all we’ll outlast,
That looks like your face
In time, now and then,
The hydrangea place,
Sophia, all over again.
