My Real Name
My Real Name
All I want from this life
is that you know my real name,
not the one my mother gave me
in remembrance of no one
she ever knew other than my father,
but rather the one which says
that I once lightly touched
something divine,
that I lived too long
in the sticky pit of addiction,
that I was a high-diver,
easily piercing the
membrane of reality,
that I was once a magician,
a weaver of incantations,
the alchemist who found gold,
that I danced with you
among the eastern clouds
on those fine mornings,
my suit of light glowing
yellow and orange and red,
that I lay with you
in the chocolate darkness
of summer’s night,
dew like starlight in your hair,
that I was cloud-shadow
flying up Yellowstone valley
on cold mountain air,
vanishing over the near horizon,
and gone.
That’s my name,
all of it and more that I can’t recall.
I know you will remember.
12.10.2013
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013
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