The flight above a tiny river

This flight, full of delight - 

It starts for us tonight, 

We get so close to heaven, 

We smile 24/7. 

With mist and golden riddles, 

We are as fit as fiddles, 

And we obscurely mention

The aim 

Of our attention. 

With glances of routine rest

We now resume our great quest

For rare symbols of distance

And dark depth of resistance. 

If you don't touch these rivers, 

You can forget all shivers.

With streams of joy convincing

We can appear so whimsical.