Not For Me To Know

How does this thing end

In our dreams or in the bends

Of our wrists, hand over hand

On a pond as still as this moment

As rippled as our heartbeats


How does this thing end

In my heart and in your head

In your arms on the grass

Clouds apart, still dreaming

Of what could have been


No matter

It is not for me to know

Will it dam or will it flow

I shall not care

Where it carries me to


How does this thing end

Just like it seemed

To begin, like Fall

Is over, but soon will Spring

And bloom again