Li Po Eating Raw Oysters, Drinking Wine

Beneath the moon's pale gleam, I sit alone, The sea's cool breath weaving through my robes. Upon my lips, the ocean's secrets flow— Each oyster a pearl of the world untold. Their brine whispers of the tides' long song, Of ships lost, of lovers waiting in vain. A sip of wine softens the sea's harsh kiss, Its fire dancing where salt once reigned. Oh, life is fleeting, like white foam on the crest of green waves, But here I linger, a guest in deep sleep. Wine and shell, the night's treasures, I keep, And toast the stars, in there bare silver light. Who needs tomorrow when tonight is this sweet? The sea, the wine, and the world at my feet.