A glass of gin calls my name
Beseeching me to sip
By crackling wood as
Shimmers of moon
Catch my eye
My soul
Drifts
I sigh
Beside the
Wooded lake, lost
In the still of night
With quiet contentment
Refreshing the busy heart

A glass of gin calls my name
Beseeching me to sip
By crackling wood as
Shimmers of moon
Catch my eye
My soul
Drifts
I sigh
Beside the
Wooded lake, lost
In the still of night
With quiet contentment
Refreshing the busy heart