I. In Life's luxurious lap, she lives,
Untutoreed by Time's terse touch.
Submerged in the sanctum of Sol's serenade...
Unclad by the clothes of the clutch.
II. In fantasy, flying through flock-filled folds,
Holding her heart head-high.
Darting dumbly down Dream-land's draw,
Never needing another nigh.