AND YOU ARE ALWAYS LATE

And you are always late for the supper,

My tired moon, my darling moon.

Your place is reserved at the board

and I wait tirelessly, listless to hear

the sound of you entering the hall.

All the stars have come and gone.

I reserved your place and your share

knowing always, you are never in time for the supper..

That is the one recurring reason for the quarrels between us,

we fly into rage, skid the track and forget that it was all about the supper;

and you are always late.