In the evening I drink a good bit of wine

In the evening I drink a good bit of wine,
And dream of adventures my longing stores;
Why not if there's a cause to recline?

I often think I must love to pine
For flights to escape from this bolted door.
In the evening I drink a good bit of wine,

For I've nothing except this blank, empty time
Relinquished, to let fall and dream for more–
Why not with all this time to recline?

Why not adorn a stage, let align
The wonder of dreams that are shared, explored?
On the evenings I drink a good bit of wine,

And imagine a journey more than sublime,
Or maybe a field where we pause the tour?
So why not find the time to recline,

Appreciate the feeling to find
A place where together we may ignore
All the evening, the world, and all of its wine?

To embark on a trip, a dream from a rhyme,
Exactly the feeling we feel adore,
Be finding there that time to recline

And still in flight, ascending the climb
To views of a life where our hearts will soar
I have dreams of at night and then drink some wine.
Why not with all this time to recline?