Poem from early eighties

Beyond the lake's reflection, the house will stand
High against the clouds
A wisp of smoke from the chimney
Will be offered to the evening storm
Smoke is a signal of fires within, a reply
To the dying sun nearly hidden
You will be the dawn
I will be the breakfast blaze
Smoke and clouds belie our coming light and mastery
Over darkness
Smoke and clouds dissolve as a shower begins

Rain will fall at the lake
To help things grow, the neighbors say
But we know more
Rain streaks strait-laced windows
And dribbles away in sorrow
The stranger on the road will see our breathing glass
Remarking its mixture of of death and pain
And will know our defiance
Even there in the dreams the lake portrays
Our windows laugh

The surfaces of the water dances with droplets
Rippling circles run out in memory
Of other houses and other rain
So mother ducks and wise old frogs take shelter
Beneath the blossoms that come with morning

Dan McNay- sometime in the early 80s. I need a chorus, and a little editing to make this the next song