To Be Late... Poem by Ghazal Ebrahimzade

I want to wait, come and join me here
until it becomes so
LATE!
like a last moon of light in cloudy weather never burning bright
and disappears: never comes to its premier shield.  
Don't be wandering
Wondering
Or in
Misbehaved shape.
I want to be
LATE
till...an event... destroys all fences
Play the role of barriers between us.
Then
love bursts in spring reaction of a sudden blossom
and tears
nonstopped flow on the land of juvenile  
when we can dance
on the spring rush of glancing love,
gazing permanently
under the shadow of your silvery eyes,
where
No one has remained except you and us!
  To be a last singer, to be a last dancer…
wait...wait...to be so
LATE!