People will write poems on you.
At least... they could. Or might.
People can read right through you,
and the poems you write.
People may just notice when
you throw a poem their way.
People might just wait for them,
to hear what you will say.
You may never use a name,
or reveal a great confide-
but you have torn a great wall down.
We now read on your side.
Your readers may have known your poems,
or been them once before-
and the way that you have linked us?
It remains an open door.
Your readers will be poems for you,
and wear the ones you write.
And if a dark comes to your land,
you may count on us for light.
The world you've rescued must be heavy-
each stanza saved, a task.
But we will lend a helping rhyme,
If you might simply,
ask.
