Name

On my way to class, I walk through an ocean.

A sea of faces both known and unfamiliar.

But all seems to part away,

Leaving but one in the fray.

What was blurred is now clear,

Time takes a stand still…

The permeating smell of different scents strike me back.

Back to my surreal world of dreams…

Clear as dawn, there she stood.

My pulse would quicken as I came to realize,

A smile was thrown back.

A smile so innocent yet unravels your still poised self.

Not ever looking back, my lips move back to speak.

A name…

A name I knew but never received…

How was I to know that a name, from a repertoire of familiars,

Would incessantly hound my every sense when spoken?

That name was no mere name…

For a name holds no bearing as it flutters in your head.

This name that incurs a whimsical flight of fancy as it toils in your mind…

The name has become a representation.

In a conundrum, that name marks your every fleeting thought

Unbeknownst to you, that name has become something else.

Soon that name left me a voice,

Such sweet harmony it brings.

Almost every day, that voice would soothe and serenade.

Every enunciated word,

A song in the chorus of pleasantries.

But in the realizations of the intangible,

A name and a voice adds up.

As if gift wrapped and placed beneath a tree of lights and stars,

You think of nothing else but its effects on you.

And it all started with a name…