Sisyphus Plate

In September knights are rambling around the streets. Forgotten heroes in the wrong season Search for their hunted castles on a wet sand. Rain is washing out all those promises summer has spread, is cleaning each illusion, With colorless tears of Heaven. In September mountains are growing higher And seas pulsate around melodies of the wind, Around the past, around leaves' changing breath, Around the Season's final quest. In these lonely days, which carry the weight of a change, Like Sisyphus plate, I was born.