Between what was and what will be -
A bowstring of time.
From "was" towards "will be" people stride
As soon as they come to this world.
Yet the time laughs at us once again -
The steps and the days are numbered,
Upon the golden clock-face of Sun,
Above the pendulum of the Moon.
Days like ships leaving berths
Forever, but I know
How to start again all that was,
Returning things on their course.
And I take out the Arrow of Love,
And I bring up my bow.
And I break the straightness of bowstring,
And the bow bends into circle.
Now "was" and "will be" are closer and closer,
Seems I have the upper hand.
But fingers slipped, like people into abyss
And the arrow went into eternity...