In the quiet hum of evening’s embrace,
Glasses clink in whispered symphony,
As tales unfurl in the liquid’s grace,
A gentle dance of dreams, wild and free.
The moonlight casts its silver gaze,
Upon the swirling depths of amber hue,
Each sip a journey through time’s maze,
Where laughter mingles with the dew.
In the warmth of shared company,
Hearts open with each passing pour,
Words flow like rivers to the sea,
Secrets unlocked, forevermore.
As night surrenders to the dawn,
Cups empty, yet spirits soar,
A toast to moments fleetingly drawn,
In the gentle dance, we find our core.