I had thought, escaped perhaps?
Escape to blissful relaxation, if only a moment?
My palate approves as such my audience within I…——
Once in a while, Johnnie, and myself relax to a few tunes,
Maybe a movie?
Perhaps a book, or while editing writings, muses;
Thirst in need of quench, yearning for good times.
So, I call to a good friend, one who’s got my shot on top!
It’s shot glass atop mountain calls…—–
Something worth scaling time and again!
Yet only in moderation, in yearning for taste not amount…
A true connoisseur, in it’s arts, it’s broken down in parts for me;
The pouring, the scent, sense of smell, taste, and burn going down!
After a shot or two for sheer enjoyment, I part thee.
Another day I say to the premium whiskey?
To enjoy a beverage, upon scarce times…
Always enjoyed, enveloped for what it is and nothing more!
Good times are never to be over looked!
My higher self, gently imparts to me……..———–;-)