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