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.