In the amber glow of evening’s embrace,
A glass raised high, a fleeting trace,
Of laughter shared and stories spun,
In the quiet hum of the setting sun.

The clink of glasses, a gentle chime,
Echoes of friendship through space and time,
Yet in the depths of swirling gold,
A tale of solitude silently unfolds.

Liquid courage, a fleeting friend,
Promises made that may yet bend,
In the shadows of the night’s retreat,
Dreams and memories softly meet.

As dawn breaks with a subtle sigh,
The empty glasses whisper goodbye,
A dance of moments, swift and fleet,
In the heart’s quiet, bittersweet.