I have time for chirping noises; for the motion
of the hot cloud
above your head

I have time for golden threads of bobbin
from the bones of the men skull

I have time for the Lhasi drink and
the tea from the porcelain samovar

I have time for the cleaning of nostrils from
the dust of men flash burnt

I have time for the blings in your necklaces
and the heavy rings
in five fingers in your left hand

I have time for easing hot head politician
and the stubborn Emperor

I have time for Noble Nobles and the Bards of Poetry

I have time for the Princesses, Queens,
and the wives of Prime Ministers

I have time for the song of the Peacock
and the murmurs of the wild beast

I have time for the zooming of the bees and
chirping noises of the Cicadas

I have time for the molecules of silicon
and the Carbon siblings of the Amethyst

I have time to hear the sound of the falling tear
and the white rose petal

I have time for the grass leaf and for
the tune of the crystals before the snowing

I have time for pleasure at the threshold
of Jasmine essence
and the powdering Nutmeg, Cinnamon peel
and the stone pearl

I have time my dear for your complaints
as I was kissed by Goddess of Time called Deana
of Zardushtian Pantheon

I have time to LOVE All; beyond the limits
of distant Galaxies...