Slowly creeping into the light
Set apart from the constant trite
The lightest feeling in the heart
So light it felt like an art

Never needing to touch
Just a taste of wine: it wasn’t much
But the year wound down
The feeling to drown

Long summer days spent pacing
With a heart racing
Unable to communicate
Only able to contemplate and cultivate

Just a dial could have changed it all
But a mind caused it all to fall
A year anew with tension rising
Climaxed with a sign of balking