Beguile is the way of the wine
Past those hillsides we climbed
Out of the forest
And into the land
Towards another festival
Of melodies within our reach

You’re so close
Yet so far away
As we dance in the front
But on opposite sides
Temperance and gaud
Affection and disinterest

Though it matters now
This too, will become trivial
Just give it a year or so
Before the secrets display
A forever changing idol
The cyclical ephemera
In the eye of God