When Night Comes

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!