the juggler of the tales

So, listen,
The summer is on,
The trees are like the green sails of the sky
The birds are whistling
Wonderful songs
The forest is full of these:

Come on, come on, now,
You, juggler of the worlds
You, juggler of the tales
You, gardener of the winds.

Something in your mind belongs to you
Something is the spacer
And something is the bait

Who can truly tale one part from others
Who can wait
Until it could be late...

So why, time,
Why are you so high time?
Why are you so hell time anyway?
When we find the fire
Each of us is a fighter
Each of us’s the trumpeter of the ways...

But the next time
Say you can’t say after
For the after is the time you never trace

Come on, come on, now,
You, juggler of the worlds
You, juggler of the tales
You, gardener of the winds.

Something in your mind belongs to you
Something is the spacer
And something is the bait

Who could truly tell one part from others
Who could wait
Until it could be late.

2003