It’s In A Name

With love from fading mama’s lips,
Her eyes echoing a song, peace,
Yellow blanket, careful tight grips

In thought, a name from Oz or Greece?

Little whispers, unquestioned tips
Or the name of papa John’s niece,
Vent not through her name, her heart drips
Ever happy, bright like Aries.

My name is a song from her lips,
Yes, this song, a composer’s piece.

Now, when my bright has an eclipse,
And shadows feed my light obese,
My name sings a song and then rips
Every dark and turns it cerise.

LARDO