In the quiet of the night, I sip
The amber liquid, smooth and deep,
A moment’s peace, a gentle trip,
Into the realms where secrets keep.
The glass, a vessel of my thoughts,
Reflecting stories, old and new,
Each drop a tale that time forgot,
A journey in a golden hue.
The warmth spreads through my veins so slow,
A silent whisper, calm and pure,
As shadows dance in candle’s glow,
My soul finds solace, feels secure.
In every sip, a world unfolds,
A fleeting dream, a moment’s grace,
As liquid courage softly holds,
And leaves a smile upon my face.