With no idea of time
Her revelry was unsurpassed
In the imperial glaze
Of winter afternoons
She ought not feel defeated
For exuberance would rise –
With smiles drawn –
To faces of a child
Their love of timeless energy
Would deem all else inferior
To a cloistered sense of wisdom
And frivolity writ large
Her written words spoke louder
Than any voice could do –
Her avenues of knowledge
Were so prodigal a thrill
They spoke of jasmine
In the summer-time
And nature borne to thrive
With charm enriching every day
Until
The grave rebuke of mortality
Knocked upon her door
And devoted nieces said;
Shine – embark – smoulder –
Pray – for more
sensualism 