Leaf On A Stream

In dreams
It seems
Our time
Does stream,
Floating like leaf,
Freely
Downstream,
Riding ripples,
Meandering
There, here, everywhere
Then locked
Between rocks,
Twirled in eddies,
Till set free
By breeze
And on and on
Our time floats down
Fresh stream to saline
Set truly free
In brine
Lost at sea