Weaving the Name

Wandering through some thoughts in the world I’ve been playing in.

What brings a name through the depths of time?
Must it be yours or even mine?
What calls the soul that still would be?
That echoes in eternity?

Listen well in silence bound
Where finding is itself profound.
Listen there in dark of night
Where beating heart comes to the light.

What answers to a weary soul?
Though it be broken or still whole.
What comes through night to break of day?
And refuses calls to fade away?

What naming brings the soul to life?
Through eddied flow of weary strife?
What simple truth rests in a name?
The answer bound in steady flame.

So listen when your name is called
Though to duty or hope enthralled.
Spin the light that binds your soul
To journey’s end through rocky shoal.

A weaving make to bind the day
And keep your soul sharp as you may.
A threshold drawn to hold the line
That weaves itself on through time.

Dreaming in Plot