Here I sit as I've sat before
Blowing smoke rings, nothing more
Never a stir or knock at the door
Just I alone as always before

When I take a moment to watch a ring
Float away on invisible wings
Lead to the sky on the thinnest string
I tried to grasp it but felt the sting
As it disappeared between my fingers
Nothing of the beauty stays to linger

And it's that moment when I think of you
Beautiful and free floating on air
And I know if I try to capture you too
I will leave with hands lonely and bare
Beauty is not a flower to keep
Stored on a shelf in perpetual sleep

It is fluid and ethereal
Not made of any material
For life wouldn't be fair
If I could keep you all for me
I have to let you taste the air
Because beauty is only beautiful when it's free