Tell me my name

Crédito: Stathis Stavrianos

Tell me my name

Would you know my name if I asked you?
Could you tell me what it means?
Would you like the letters that ground it?
And the essence of it’s frame?
Would you laugh and say I’ve never been seen?
Would you leave and think I’m vain?
All with a simple question
Can you tell me my name?
See
I don’t need a famous name
It’s not even what I want
The question I set in front of you goes beyond this simple point.
Tell me the feelings I leave
While out a single room
The colors of my heart
The heat my hand is held to
Tell me the logic of a curious mind
In search for all that has or not a start.
Tell me what is seen through these tired eyes
And what fills these searching arms.
See
I don’t need a famous name.
I don’t need to be known.
But I do wish that you could answer
What name comes through my soul.

(Moara F. Lacerda – July 10 2015)