To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings"

When night comes,
 I am so flushed with wine,
I undo my hair slowly:
 a plum calyx is
 stuck on a damaged branch.
I wake dazed when smoke
 breaks my spring sleep.
The dream distant,
 so very distant;
 and it is quiet, so very quiet.
The moon spins and spins.
The kingfisher blinds are drawn;
 and yet I rub the injured bud,
 and yet I twist in my fingers this fragrance,
 and yet I possess these moments of time!