Time's Love Is Curving (From, Without A Doubt) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time's love is curving out to endless dreams
Going on in to its highlighted evening
Something of freshness to running streams
That the high above coming rain shall bring
Day and night to find the flowing river
That will appear to sponge down aging stains
Give of its twisting to again deliver
Everything that conveys living pains

You and I perhaps constantly intact
Through every our existence quarrel
That gives some reactions for what we are
Nothing everlastingly stays the exact
Or gets there close on its highest laurel
We come and go like a reflecting dark star