Silent Rose
The famous bard from across the pond
Inquired, “What is in a name?”
A rose of course recorded in history
A name is extraordinary, not to be disgraced
Without names a contact list
Would be nothing but numbers
My name does not define me
Yet upon hearing it, others believe they know who I am
A name can be forgotten
A name can be remembered
It can be draped in fame
Or naked in infamy
Hearing a name spoken
Can puff one up
Or cause another to tremble
A name can be handed down
To the Second or the Third
Or mimicked mercilessly by playground denizens
It can be given in marriage
Erased in anger
'Tis your name I want to taste on my lips
Like an endless symphony, compelling my heart to bound
Turning my legs to watery streams
Scarcely holding me above the ground
The sound of your name is all I hope for
Whispered in the night
I beckon you to come again
Ere' I close my weary eyes
Beneath the light of a new day
My world has gone gray
I stand amongst the forgotten ones
The motionless wind hides her face
Trees stretch their bare, cold arms to Heaven's Gate
Colorless birds silently await
To hear the name
Carved upon the granite stone
Your name
Forever Remembered
Forever Gone
My silent Rose
Copyright © Jim Hirtle | Year Posted 2022
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