In the moonlight’s gentle caress,
Where shadows dance and secrets confess,
A golden liquid swirls in glass,
Echoes of nights that came to pass.

From vineyards far and barrels deep,
Stories of laughter and tears seep,
A toast to dreams both lost and found,
In every sip, memories abound.

It whispers softly, a lover’s call,
Promises of solace, rise and fall,
Yet in its embrace, some find despair,
A delicate balance, fragile and rare.

So raise the glass, salute the night,
In liquid shadows, find your light,
For alcohol, both friend and foe,
Writes tales only the heart can know.