Subtle

When the sun meets the ocean
The sky blazes in red
And the moon seems to fade into the sky
I would wish sit and stare
At you, for it invokes the same
The very feeling of a warm winter evening
And if i would meet you
I would wish to melt at your glance
If i could hold you close
I would think of nothing
For all i know would just be the sound
Of your breath across my face
And if such a moment shall arrive
I shall know what i have missed
And i would wait another eon
Just for such a chance meet

Whiskey

Like sunset
In a glass, yet frosted
By a few blobs of ice
A dash of clear
Setting fire to the veins
Forget all those who raise the glass
For few sip this, for the right cause
Some over aged friends
Some in solitude by a fire
There are those that raise the glass
And consume , only to be intoxicated
As such people know not what whiskey holds
As such people are drunks
My glass is raised
Only at reunion
Of brotherhood or solitude
But rare
For it takes time to age
And as such, have mutual respect