Ode to Imbibing 

My heart is driven slowly,

my soul cannot resist;

a smoky gaze

thru music's haze

my soul so softly kissed; 

uisce beatha* delights me,

and silken draws me in;

his ancient swirls

and lustful curls

another night begins; 

again I find the music

it swells my heart so full;

tequila knows

her silver glows

surrenders to the pull; 

with morning comes the coffee,

at lunch a sip of beer;

with midnight's hour

let bourbon's power

release the dreamer's fear.

 

© ACG

* uisce beatha is Irish Celtic for whiskey; pronounced "whiskey bah" and means "water of life"