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,