Decant Me An Elixir Poem by Mathew Lewis

Decant me an elixir
Distilled from aching heartstrings.
At least ten years matured
In a barrel made from dreams.
Serve it in a tumbler
Engraved with past mistakes.
Each to be remembered
With every sip I take.
Use ice made out of water
That flows from broken things.
And froze because of promises
That never spread their wings.
Tell tales in the amber
Glowing just below the rim.
With the raising of the glass
Flow the stories held within.
Sit and watch me wither
As the spirit takes control.
A steady creeping numbness
That covers up my holes.
Then use a silver stopper
To seal it up again.
And save it for the next time
That I’ll need to drown my sins.