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


The grave rebuke of mortality

Knocked upon her door

And devoted nieces said;

Shine – embark – smoulder –

Pray – for more

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