Tell me now, what more could I want
When I can treasure the delights of this garden
Where diffuse colours thrive, despite the dying evening,
Irises in early bloom, thicken the air with fragrance
And falling apple blossom alone, disturbs the tranquil pond.
But I desire, nothing more, than to have you here with me
To share in my cups, and discuss great philosophical questions
Alongside everyday nothings, which may turn out to be the same things.
The night holds fully now, a breeze makes the pale moon ripple
Overhead a vault of phosphorescent stars, all lean forward.
It is still throughout time, as I see you here beside me
Savouring the moment like wine, in contented silence.