Ebony infinite thoughts...black gloves and hat power my
ethereal depth.

After my twenty first year...emerging from girlhood, so gentle...
woman of substance. Merrily to go...carousel, round and  round...mesmerized by life in black gloves and hat, never to
circle in onyx darkness...rather hasten...riding to seek and find
that opal essence, Serenity.

Perimeters naught, red rose...only adding color to my dreams...
as my black hat brims the sky, with all the fascination of Come Hither...I Beckon, black gloves of sophistication.

~Days of Luxury...Sophisticated the Nights~