My name is demanding,
Far too much to live up to
It hover and soars overhead,
Higher than others can reach.
I light the high altar
In temple, chapel and church.
I comfort the dead.
I sit very close to the source.
Close to my hope
Close to my dreams
But this meaning
Is only a chance choice at birth.
No name will ever be me.
My name is so secret
I don’t even know it myself.
I don’t expect to find out.