Some things are like a sonnet
Played on wind chimes on dark nights
When all is calm, in a gentle breeze
As we sit , my drink and I
What does my glass remember
Is it of those earlier times
Or is it staring back at me
Unsure , just like me
Liquid gold, froth and cold
As it tingles my senses from lips to throat
As if like me it lets go
And touches my very soul
If my glass should speak
What would it say
Would it smile and remind me
Of gentle times and beautiful company
Of some nights, of jarring music in May
In a club, at a wooden table somewhere
Far yet so near , smiles and conversation
When it had another company like I did
And all we have tonight is it and me