So as you savor that taste, as you reminisce after your first, first taste, you will still remember that bit of memory that will last
A moment of happiness, a moment of silence, that subtle moment of peace that couldn’t take you away to that hint
When the glass rises, with the sparking light of bubbles, that taste of amber, soft and glows inside unendingly…
Those chaos of days, burdens you like you care, liquid warmth that those evening air couldn’t leave you
Those stories fade like illusion told that will never going to happen, will never going to dissolve in that endless night
Each drink is a wave, nothing more where tide rolls in, where tide rolls out where still left with seeds of doubt…
A fleeting joy that matters if you could control, that first sip that ends, it would start to fade if you let it slip
Yes it would start to fade after that thrill goes away, but worries don’t fade or stop that easily, a hollow comfort that is falsely made
Admitting that you are like, but a fragile shell, a vessel where rivers of liquid shell like a cascade of liquid that would tempt you…
When those bottles are empty, the night moves on with endless desire to continue with the night that moves on without you knowing
Those bottles are yet empty, where the thrill once gone will continue to pursue you like a thrill that once again had you
That escape you seek is like a fleeting shore that hunts you, like a soul that is not a bare vessel that will fill up but it will seek the fountain that can truly fill…
Thousand bottles, a thousand nights
They pass you through you, like fleeting stream
If you seek in the wine’s brief glow
A boundless joy the will never cease
