A book full of lost names
A reflection of how nothing
Ever remains the same
While understanding
The name of the game,
But rather than blame,
And experience shame,
Dare to be some other name,
Much like the rose
In Juliet’s soliloquy
Upon her famous balcony,
And then be like a sound
To become finally found,
For love can lift people
Off the ground
To form a unique identity
Through the balance between
Sense and sensibility
So that the heart and the mind
Can experience the sublime
Until the end of time
