Without Gravity

The raging sparkle of that stream

I'd pluck it as it flows

But I've been to shore to harvest jewels 

And my dear, it isn't so

See the wild, purple petals?

I'd gather them as they grow

I've stooped low to breath their scent

And my dear, it isn't so

The setting sun spits orange and red

My dear, it isn't so

A butterfly, delicate, flowing sighs

My dear, it isn't so

The promise of tomorrow 

My dear, it isn't so

But in this moment, we can be

The river's glitter glow