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.