Author Nicholas Samaras Blue sheen of lake and blue airthat is the skin of lake and not lake.Hand weighing a gray stone.The seen wind that trembles.I tell you this—Used by permission of the author. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments