Lady of notions

She whimsies the wind  
She measures the night  
She calloused desire
Without easing her light
 
The lady of notions
The breadth of her lore  
Knows something of nothing
And we’re still wanting more
 
The depth of her knowledge  
The spill of her brain
The wisp of good lineage
Is the drench of the rain
 
The snare of the wish
The drift of the sane  
The glare of the twilight
Is the husk of her grain
 
acquired enlightenment  
From the tussle of life
Always standing alone
In the thick of their strife
 
The strength of her prowess
To be shaded from sin
The lady is upswept
In the vigour within