The steering wheel pointed straight up to the stars

when we met up it was bound to end 

Windy road winding all the way up to where I saw the river bend

Don’t pay any mind to the dirt, it’s still some hue of brown

It’s all about the set up, and a few sparks lit the flame

Younger but I showed you gold that wasn’t mine

A gravity of sorts tangled your fingers with mine

Back to back gazing for little flashes that stood and shook the stars

Longing for more than the heat from the flame

I looked into her eyes I could not see an end

Breathtaking was that color brown

Like the aspens we were bound to bend

I walked humbly for just a moment in the way of the bend

I was on your mind and you were on mine 

and the sticks and twigs blended in brown

 with her hair as we talked without words under the infinite array of stars

My cold hand was in your carhartt pocket, and the end

has dwindled, so too shall the flame 

Oh but the beauty and chaos in the flame

That same flame might just cause a million of trees to bend

Perhaps that’s not exactly how I thought it would end 

Then I got caught right there on the daunting lie of mine

What am I compared to a sky full of stars

I am as every shade of brown 

I did not create but can only appreciate that brown

dirt that extinguished the flame

We can only look at the sky twinkling with stars

But that’s enough for my prideful heart to bend

over to a bow because nothing is truly mine

In this life there’s a time to begin and a time to end

Tell me, do you think everything is just a means to an end?

Or is there something to be learned like the beauty in brown

Or that really you were never mine 

Come watch the bright vapor of our flame

Go around that bend

We used to call the stars

Those gold mines have not met their end 

Stars won’t last and neither will brown

God didn’t have to,  But He too has felt the bend.

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Image Credit To Bill Watterson