Her eyelashes flash like fireflies dance;
Best seen out of the corner of your eye.
But the smile that cripples from across the room
Fails to give an answer for this very why.
Arriving in a simple splendid, a glance arises,
Hinting with a sparkle and a wish to connect.
But the aussie barks and owner yells for quiet,
Drowning out two heartbeats with ill urban effect.
Sunshine yields for a new nightime theme
Best kept unseen, hidden deep under cover.
Not everyone wants to hear of all those clues
Leading to yet another lonely Southern lover.
The clock ticks round clockwise, just for now;
Daily chasing shadows is a second’s cheap thrill.
But it hardly measures up to all that I lost—
I’d give anything to be back in New Orleans still.
Her eyelashes flash like the fireflies dance.
We look for comfort where ever we will,
I’d give anything to be back in New Orleans, still;
For now, I’ll settle for this Black Irish glance.