with sparkling glasses that shine
i drink the moon light
through eyes like candlelight
who cares for darkness?
not the mountain or sky or i
the stars retire me to my bed
knowing my time to live, or die
i might find happiness
impossible awake, so easily
in my dreams, lying drunk
with spiritual jokes
on the shore of my last years
spring dreams flood my
lucid revealing storms
so i drink the autumn dew
and horizons merge in the
open-minded reign of blood
that waits in the bamboo lodge
for eternity to whistle
in the heart’s bright-moon content
in front of my window
the plum tree has it blossomed yet?
Did you see? these morning
showers are as a mountain stream
good omens to refresh all colors
I’ll see old friends beyond the Pass
Can I impose on you, one more glass?