What's that name on the tip of your tongue?...just there...don't tell me...don't....oh!...in the tip of the tongue...

The "Name" flows like ambrosia
over all thoughts,
over all hearts
and over all souls
since the beginning of time
when the world
was just a toddler
in a Universe made
of melting stones
and lies and deceit
weren’t yet around.

The "Name" was there like a prayer
for man to whisper
or for man to shout,
it came from darkness
lights not yet On
and silence everywhere
until the Name decided
the Universe to be born,
with frozen stars
and much burning suns
that would giving life;

the "Name" of whom?...
...God, of course.







Revised:
Charlie was right, it sound better.