There is a restaurant where they serve me your voice on a china plate.
No matter what time I go there,
It is always dusk
And the waitress has fireflies in her hair.
There is a garden from which the lilies have all been stolen.
No matter what time I arrive,
I am always too late for the wedding;
Too early for the wake.
I'm telling you,
I have stuffed my shoulder bag with moonlight.
I wear a locket
Which is like two halves of a broken heart.
Every passing body on the street tells me something different to do;
But never mind their words.
Come tonight at seven--
I will turn your linen napkin to a bird.
I will request a second setting
And a vase of pale white blooms.
If it grows late, and you haven't come,I will stay
--no matter how long it takes--
I will wait for you.