So Black, So Bright - Kim Taylor

Maude has got old wringed on her fingers

Tells her story gives you diamonds free

Little of this, of that and a scent off her tangerine tree

She spoke grace, walked her shoes, talked for miles

Spoke and your face would brighten, smile

Stars came down, tried to savor her skin

The moon went round, letting demons in

What if I’d had my pockets runs dry

What if I saw my first child die

What if I weren’t all right

What if I held the night

So black, so bright

Maude would lose track of summer and winter

She’d pour her corn whiskey back, up across skies

Thread her days, her clothes, gave up blind beautiful eyes