Friday, June 22, 2018
An Old Lake
An old serene lake talks to me,
A summer river has accompanied me,
The light of the moon encapsulates me.
Those with burdens, shall repeat one day
The brothers and sisters that lived,
Their lot was deed after deed.
To quests we freeze, to rivers we relent,
Adventure becomes us, fulfilling the words
Fought by those with weapons of war.
Words are crazier than words, for falling rain
Is no longer in the sky, doubling its rage
Like a fountain of honest help and questions.
Topic(s) of this poem: lake