A cold dew settled 'er weathered face,
and long since they knew o'doting or such taste;
was a long fought look,
a trove found hence when note!
A'jin o' iv'ry cast glares up at orbs deep in this bloke,
dwelling deep n'weary souls;
quickening stride to rapt at endmost,
'jin most serous plateau.
Incessant echoes keeps the dreary past,
usher 'bout such jouissance;
without is pining such abide,
is a better quietus when all aside!
Dotage, a joie de vivre
Bold the years, heaven contemplates;
sempiternal paramour awaits.
ELPH © December 6, 2021