Written Names
Surely
In the past there was many a name.
Like
When I was still a youngster,
One was written on a sloping beach,
But after the tide came in ...
The name was no more.
Then,
When I was an adolescent,
One was written on the desert sand,
But after a blowing wind ...
The name was no more.
Then,
When I was near maturity,
One was carved on a majestic tree,
But after a forest fire ...
The name was no more.
Then,
When I was an adult,
One was painted on the doorway of my heart,
But after your sudden desertion ...
Your name ought to be no more.
But then ...
How can I?
You were
My most precious,
My only love!
Know then that your name
Engraved upon the waves of my mind,
Sculptured along the avenues of my pain,
Chiseled within my soul
Shall go into history and forever there … remain.
 
© François DulaPay

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