On Drinking Alone by Moonlight
Here are flowers and here is wine,
But where’s a friend with me to join
Hand in hand and heart to heart
In one full cup before we part?
Rather than to drink alone,
I’ll make bold to ask the moon
To condescend to lend her face
The hour and the scene to grace.
Lo, she answers, and she brings
My shadow on her silver wings;
That makes three, and we shall be.
I ween, a merry company
The modest moon declines the cup,
But shadow promptly takes it up,
And when I dance my shadow fleet
Keeps measure with my flying feet.
But though the moon declines to tipple
She dances in yon shining ripple,
And when I sing, my festive song,
The echoes of the moon prolong.
Say, when shall we next meet together?
Surely not in cloudy weather,
For you my boon companions dear
Come only when the sky is clear.”
― Li Po, The Works of Li Po: The Chinese Poet
This poem seems apropo (no pun intended); DSH (S for sweet) is in the hospital with serious health concerns – prognosis, guarded. The photo above was taken last month during a full moon. Guess I’ll have to wait a few more weeks ’til the moon is full again. But, hey, maybe dear hubby will be home by then. 🙂
I’m sharing this with Random Heart. If you look closely there is a heart in one of the open spaces between the clouds.