The Little Fete

“I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the
flowers.
We are allways 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”