Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 35,931 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Your Face On The Lake - Poem by Is It Poetry

I was to everyone at once for a long time a child,
to the brother and sister,
and husband the wife two small children.
As green leaves comes peace, precedes fall.
When at the end of each day, I look up at the sky,
and deep in thought I think of you.
Where am 'I' am happy to have lived and cried.

Dies, the leaf, winter the snow when it comes.
Out the window I look seeing you.
Smiling you smile.
And spring leaps forth from my head,
red, yellow, whites and green, flowers open I smell.

I am whom you turn to,
to fill up the room,
and turning around you spin like a top.
Off or, each way north and south turn the page.
Black canvas the sky every night I look up at the moon.

In your house it is just like that is my heaven.
The wing of one arm lies sleeping beneath you.
Your feet have I washed I look at the dream,
and that which was washed each toe is now clean.
My life for you I have given away,
and again would I do it the same way.
In regards to my country, I have played I have paid.

Of the world of the word, where I have turned each page.
Your face on the lake, reflected off of the surface,
deep inside of the book together we have made.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Your Face On The Lake by Is It Poetry

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011


[Report Error]