drinking alone with the moon
from a pot of wine among the flowers
i drank alone. there was no one with me --
till, raising my cup, i asked the bright moon
to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink
and my shadow tagged me vacantly;
but still for a while i had these friends
to cheer me through the end of spring….
i sang. the moon encouraged me.
i danced. my shadow tumbled after.
as long as i knew, we were boon companions.
and then i was drunk, and we lost one another.
…shall goodwill ever be secure?
i watch the long road of the river of stars.