Time's Love Is Curving (From, Without A Doubt)

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