Moments hand picked on high
Plopped like marbles sunken deep
Bespeckled with reflections of honey moments
Each tear torn from a cloud unaffected by their loss
They glide away to their places,
Designated to remain afar in the water below.
In desperate attempts to reach once more,
They fight, hurling themselves up towards her once again.
Billowing and thinning in a frantic pirouette
First they pull and then they reach until
Collapsing exhausted but elated
For the brief moments they without legs stood closer to their beloved.