Is It Poetry
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.
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