I take a bottle of wine and go drink it among the flowers.
We are always three---counting my shadow and my friend the shimmering moon.
Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty.
When I sing, the moon listens to me, in silence.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities the guests must depart;
This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me.
Li Po A Great Ancient Taoist poet. 9th Century