To Pluck a Flower

I see a Datura Flower

hanging from the rafters. 

Her Beauty,

I See,

Clear with my Heart.  

A Gentle Glow 

as a 

Tahoe Sunset. 

Naturally, 

I want to Claim Her

for Myself. 

Rob Her of Her

mother and root

for,

Her Radiance 

will provide 

Great Company.

though, 

once Claimed for Ones Self, 

a Flower's Radiance Runs Dim,

the Sun Burns Dry, 

and Company Fleas.

A Pebble 

no longer Shimmers 

once it is Removed from the stream

and dries under the sun.

hence, 

God not Possess-able, 

merely 

Befriend-able.