SISYPHUS

Man discovered his image on the lakes and was amazed.
At night, when the others had gone,
he ran in secret to see this face again
on moonlit waters, shivering all over.
I, too, a child of Sisyphus, search for my image in those
shining eyes hurrying by.    
As they keep their eyelids shut, dry without the flow of tears
that bring messages of hope, I pour out short words, since
the lakes now seem far away, while the rivers and seas
no longer reflect my mien and colour.