In the quiet embrace of evening’s drink,
A glass raised high, the world begins to shrink.
Soft whispers float on amber streams,
In solitude, we chase our dreams.

The liquid courage, a gentle muse,
Guiding thoughts where they choose.
With every sip, the night unfolds,
Stories told, and secrets hold.

Beneath the stars, reflections gleam,
In every drop, a fleeting dream.
Shared laughter, a fleeting dance,
In every moment, a second chance.

As dawn approaches, shadows fade,
In the silence, promises made.
The night retires, the glass is dry,
In its depths, we learn to fly.