a moonlit path wasn't easy to see
the gentle steps were a coincidence
it smelled of alcohol and danger
footsteps continue to trail on
the alcohol wasn't burning nor blinding
more like a simple wine
bittersweet to taste
the danger was the kind that saved one's life
and no one could mistake
the cool night air
enfolding and protecting, this evening truly was
there was a reason
the night gave me a reason
as for the eve's very own dim light
the sun will always come back up in the morning