One Southern Girl

Lolling down on the edge of time

Where the flower months fade as the days move over

Days that are long like lazy rhyme

Nights that are pale with the moon and the clover

Summer there is a dream of summer

Rich with dusks for a lover’s food

Who is the harlequin, who is the mummer

You or time or the multitude?

Still does your hair’s gold light the ground

And dazzle the blind till their old ghosts rise?

Then, all you care to find being found

Are you yet kind to their hungry eyes?

Part of a song, a remembered glory

Say there’s one rose that lives and might

Whisper the fragments of our story

Kisses, a lazy street and night