Everything is a beginning
  the start is a leading-on
  to another --giving birth
  to a ceaseless continuum
  a thought, an act, a meeting
  in time--each bears a meaning
  life is thus summarised
  in moments tied to a chain
  mostly a struggling for being

  and what shall be said
  of love and loving?
   will it take off
   and retain its blooming?

   how then should
  it be defined--the ending?
  only that it will be seen
  through the eyes
  of the beginning.