In the hush of night, glasses clink,
Echoes of laughter, thoughts we drink,
Under moonlight’s gentle embrace,
Each sip a memory, each taste a trace.

The amber liquid, smooth and deep,
Holds secrets we long to keep,
A whispered tale in every drop,
In its depths, our worries stop.

A dance of spirits in crystal clear,
Brings moments close, makes them near,
In the silence, time stands still,
With every pour, our souls refill.

As dawn approaches, dreams take flight,
With the final sip, the night’s delight,
In the quiet, our hearts align,
In the ritual of drink, we find our sign.