Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze,
We raise our glasses high,
A toast to moments fleeting,
As the night whispers by.

The liquid gold cascades,
A river of warmth and light,
It dances on our tongues,
Turning silence into delight.

In the quiet hours, we gather,
Stories shared, laughter flows,
The world fades softly away,
In the bond the drink bestows.

So here’s to the shadows of night,
And the friends that hold us near,
In every sip, a connection,
A memory we hold dear.