Nothing and everything

you asked my name so long ago

but what you truly wished to know

was not the thing by which to call me

or the title by which to mourn me

but the colour i saw when i looked at a sunset

and the smiles i would show you when our eyes met

still i gave you but a name

honeyed syllables your tongue would frame

like a picture painting an idea of what you might

hear on your very first wedding night

i once said

"lover, no one knows me at all"

but that before you were there to share spring and fall

those seasons in between the mundanity of life,

not my best moments but my humanity

in spite

of all the facades i've created to hide

and yet i ponder

my mind it wonders

to the farthest edge of the skies and sea

but always does return to me

i know now who i am fear not

i'm the bluebird singing

the songs i forgot

but remembered once again in some dreamy haze

my deepest sorrows to be escaped

and escape they do

onto pen and paper, words and rhymes

melodiously meeting, parting like wind chimes

i know who i am through and through

for what lies within me is my love to you

and adoration so i have been told

can never be discarded

for it is too dear to hold

and if that is so

the place in my heart that holds your touch

my fingertips refusing to let you go

might be the last

thing god takes

when i'm laid in the ground below

when my flesh decays and my roots burrow

when all my words have come undone

that is who i am

not a name,