September Sunset 21. 10. 02

The lines on the water... they seem winding wrinkles
Upon the serene picture faced by the sun
The brightest light fades and the wide river twinkles
Until the slow turn of the earth will be done

The dry weed smells spice when I stand on the headland
Alone... and the waves splashing over the shore
Remind of the summer that left me abandoned
With these shattered senses to never restore

I look at the glittering western horizon
As my pointless hope it grows darker too soon
And in a cold distance the wind's euphonizing
The wood 's rustles into the sorrowful tune

Embrace me, sweet solitude, and let me snuggle
On this blighted ground I don't want to replace
Don't wish myself back to the meaningless struggle
Which shall drag me down through those desperate days

I'm still mesmerized by the love I remember
But how long 'twill hold my own strange furtive world?
I'm burying my scrolls in the soil of September
To let them eternally moulder untold

The black ravens fly as I look for the haven
Where all the forlorn spirits meet to unite
But see just the signs of despondency graven
In stone... and a path to the deeps of the night

The stream will be frozen and lose its fresh flavour
My shade joins the gloaming - pervasive and dim
I'll wander to witness the vague autumn's glamour
And share with the void my impossible dream

Farewell, wistful scenery's brief fascination
The season of nothingness sets in so near
I write on the wet sand my last dedication -
The words for the song that nobody will hear