It's You, a poem

It's You

Where you have known but slender twigs,

I shall bring you a tree;

where all the others left you thirsting,

I'll fill you with a sea.

When your door needs be unlocked

It's I who holds the key;

when you tire of prattling fools,

your answers come from me.

Who knows the needs within your heart,

your every unvoiced plea?

Who but I would know such things

and, knowing, have them be?

While you fear now to loose my bonds,

it's I shall set you free;

While others whisper soft of love,

it's you will whisper to me.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

First of the year. I would hope it is evident that this is not a serious personal poem but something written from a specific "point of view" for possible inclusion in a fantasy novel down the line. A lot of my stuff is really from a POV other than my own, really --- a poem is no different from a story in this respect.

The title is purely a placeholder.