gift poem for SitkaReign

the measure of a work is if it's read
by which i mean that there's a reader known
whose presence is by some measure shown
who gives my words some space in their head
from person to person the word is spread
the language is stripped down to barest bone
and given its utmost clarity of tone
without the silences of empty dread
to thank you for your presence is my theme
though who you are i cannot ever tell
it's good to know that someone is out there
to share my thought and meaning is the dream
and in the vast expanse there's a deep well
from which the living water comes out clear