Name; Revised

What would you say to me

If I told you that all things

have a name?

A name, created forever ago-

A name singular, secret and sacred-

A name that grants form?

What if I told you

that if you cried out

The Name of the Moon,

You could bathe at mid-day

under its dappled, failing shine-

playing partner to its light?

That if you called to the skies

you could surround yourself

with a span of azure infinity,

Paint sun-songs with hidden words,

Or caress cloud-worn creations while

floating in blue nothingness?

To think; You could merely utter

The Name of Oceans - That

vast implication; You could

Summon distant, breaking shores

for your own inspection and approval-

To satisfy the simplest curiosity?

Would you say it was a fantasy?

Something grand to ponder;

And then regretfully forget?

That to strum the chords of creation

with key-words and mere intentions,

Is a blasphemy?

But what if... What if

I spoke to you the Name of Love,

As soft as daylight-sighs ending?

Would you scoff at my audacity,

To arrogantly manipulate its meaning

by not letting it go free?

Or would you realize, and see-

That despite all that power, I can't find

the name for what you mean to me?