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