To Me — Summary

SkyrilRomantic

The chill of the night The full moon's light The dawn of the day The sun's lazy ray The song of the sea- This is what you are to me. The early morn dew The sky, grey or blue The lightening bolt The strong, new colt The sweet, little teddy- This is what you are to me. The bright, red rose The heart-wrenching woes The white, white snow The never-ending low The harbor, so misty- This is what you are to me. The scent of rain The sudden, harsh pain The stunning thrill The nothing-but-still The dreaming silently This is what you are to me. The depressing day The sky of grey The sad, weeping willow The hugging of a pillow The whimpering quietly- This is what you are to me. The doubtful present The past, so pleasant The future unknown The shaky alone The definite lonely- This is what you are to me. The confusing curtain The fear of uncertain The yes or the no? The friend or the foe? The thought of... maybe? This is what you are to me. The cloud hasn't lifted The emotions, not sifted The roller coaster goes on The feelings aren't gone The question- why is he...? This is what you are to me.

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Skyril's "To Me" is a list poem, and every stanza ends with the same line: "This is what you are to me." The speaker is trying to describe one person, and at first the pictures are lovely: moonlight, dawn, the sea, a rose, fresh snow. Gradually the list turns darker. Pain, grey skies, a weeping willow, and a hugged pillow creep in, and the speaker admits to feeling lonely and unsure.

By the last stanzas, the poem is mostly about confusion. The speaker asks "yes or no?" and "friend or foe?" and can only manage "maybe?" The ending, "why is he...?", trails off unanswered, which suggests the speaker is hurt by someone who sends mixed signals. The roller coaster image fits the poem's own swings between joy and ache.

The mood is wistful, tender, and a little sad. The steady rhyme and repeated refrain feel almost like a chant, as if the speaker keeps circling the same feelings without finding a way out.

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