As wine lines our throats
Songs are sung
With flawless notes
And delectable cadences
As wine sits in glasses
A smiling cuckoo passes
Over our minds
For time blinds
Thoughts from dreams
And tunes
As wine sends eyes to sleep
Songs are sang
Guitars endeavour to keep
The tunes but
They are ours
As wine fuels a society
And riders and wheels
The night starts wrapping
The friends like a blanket
And offers fair deals
Of rest and closed eyes
As wine lines our lips
We lick them
Between songs and musical trips
Into a magical dream...
