Beneath the amber glow, the night begins to sway,
In glasses filled with secrets, where shadows come to play.
A sip of liquid courage, a taste of fleeting time,
We toast to fleeting moments, in rhythm and in rhyme.

The laughter grows much louder, with every passing drink,
We drown our silent sorrows, in spirits we don’t think.
A world of altered visions, where clarity takes flight,
We find our hearts unburdened, beneath the moon’s soft light.

The dance of liquid courage, it waltzes through the veins,
It blurs the lines of reason, it numbs the deepest pains.
Yet in that fleeting moment, we feel so truly free,
As whispers in a glass, bring forth our hidden glee.

But morning’s sober light, it casts a different view,
The shadows of the night, are painted in the blue.
We face the dawn’s reflection, with clarity regained,
And ponder on the whispers, the dreams that still remain.