dreams the nights away in the long-gone lands of youth.
Rises convinced she is still there
that time for her has been put on hold.
Mornings are for pampering
futile attempts to remove the slightest sign
that could damage her reflection
ruin attractions of young admirers
who she is convinced still see in her
the beauty that once was
and they will go on chasing
as if she was the same rare glamourous butterfly
so many used to try and catch
for displaying in wedding album collections.