When Name Travel

My name slips out when I’m asleep,

And I become a nobody to keep.

It flits through streets, unseen yet bold,

Unstoppable by rivers, far it went away, mountains beyond.

Whispering secrets to shadows of the night.

Wandering unburdened, on clouds oh so light

It pauses briefly, to watch the world’s delight.

Escaping all fake smiles and nonsensical fights

It hums my truths softly, hidden from the lights.

HE once said, “What is in a name?"

Yet mine drifts, a secret, weaving its own game.

Returning only when somebody summons it

Carrying whispers of me, yet no weight of it.

Until one day it learns to bloom where I stand,-

returning not as a name, but as a friend hand in hand.