In the dim-lit corners, where shadows play,
A glass whispers secrets of yesterday,
Swirling dreams in amber hues,
A liquid muse, with tales to choose.

It dances on the tongue, a fleeting fire,
Kindling desires, a silent choir,
In every sip, a moment’s escape,
A tender embrace, a gentle reshape.

Yet in its depths, storms quietly brew,
A tempest hidden, known by few,
The lines it blurs, the paths it bends,
Where night begins, and clarity ends.

But still it calls, with a siren’s song,
A whispered promise, where we belong,
In the shadows of the glass, we find,
An echo of solace, a peace of mind.