Evening Gemstone

Evening gemstone, faded southern belle
A Miss Havisham from Atlanta, Georgia
A Gloria Swanson replaying the past
That Georgia peach I once loved
Has reached Sunset Boulevard.

I wish I could write her song
Maybe I'll give Waylon Jennings or Willie
A call
She's not exactly as I described her, Willie,
My little jewel can't stand the light,
No stranger to the night.

Behind lace curtains,
The grande dame of Dublin as Lady Wilde
Receptions for writers and artists,
Portrait of her youth once in Tara's hall
But the sweet bird of youth has flown away
And now she has a picture in the attic!

In the soul of the one who was so young
My evening gemstone has faded with time
A beautiful smile replaced by a frown
A show full of ghosts, no strangers
to the night.