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.
