A Lament With Glass of Whiskey

I devour the time I came by - By divine grace the twilight glinted With the bedewed lips I felt mine As I took the sip from my glass of whiskey Blended with soda and ice. The wind passed by the solstice time I greeted the solitude that I took pride With my nerves resting at peace Yet I revived my soul to see her clearly in my mind's eye. Drops fell upon my sour cheeks Yet I veiled those with an ethereal smile As I poured another sip from my glass of whiskey I moaned with her fading memoirs As my senses were getting confined. I tried to speak but I couldn't whisper even As I saw her going away with someone I tried to stop but I couldn't walk even When I realized I lost my nerves, I lost my senses And I let her go, pouring another to my whiskey glass. For once I feared and I shivered And to honor my soul I tried to cheer Neither I was drunk, nor it was cold I opined my soul among the mortals of solitude And I inhered with her memoirs by the twilight That shone - as I poured a drop of my tears in my whiskey glass.