Moods swing like the tick of a clock
Letting being happen
Making a noise
A footstep
To be trod unto,
A path followed,
That will one day end
At the door of a new beginnings
Feelings tock
Emotions tick
Sensation points to something
One thing
One day known
On a cold Sunday celebration
Each and every hand and heart will
Cross a line
And cross another, and cross another
Making circles
Together