About

The Lake

 Sheet Music Pdf ( Draft I)

Even though I remain myself 

do not mistake your gravity: you move me.

I will not swell when you depart, 

comber dunes to be mud on your shadow.

Only my white capped head will turn,          

exposing my yen as a damp night shirt.  

Nor will I recoil as you loom:

twist my vastness into a puckered bore.

But I’ll straighten these stacks of spine 

and mark every degree of your ascent.

When we light on the horizon

I’ll reflect your eternity in mine eye