Savannah's Shooting Star

This was written about Savannah, Georgia and Joni Mitchell.
 

In the deep, dark soul of the night 
A voice calls out
Lovely
And sheltering as the dawn

Speeding down to the swamp-edges
Of an oak-shaded Savannah back-road 
Bourbon-whiskey breath
Night air smells of love-lost 
And dreams forgotten
Howl of wind and tires
Love is whispering all her charms 
In the sweet Savannah night

Alone

He hears this voice
This angel-wing of deliverance 
In his final hour
Wearing an angel's heart in the midnight, moss-filled sky 
He cries of love-lost and dreams-forgotten
Lonely and lost as the moon

How can these wings carry me?
How can I ride these swamp-dreams
Through the land of the lost and forgotten 
Over a sweet and forgiving song?
He hears a voice
Lovely and modest as a star 
Fall to me O star!
O falling star of hope and dreams 
And rescue this Savannah night 
Night of desperation
Night of wind and whispers

Gentle as the water's lap lays down a lazy beat 
He lays upon an oily pier and dreams
of wings and loveliness
In the warm Savannah night
In the moonless whispering night 
An oily heart will rise and shine 
Flying on the angel-wings of time

He hears a voice 
Golden-winged and beautiful 
Calling all the lost and lonely
"No regrets," she cries
"No regrets."
But who hears the songs of the deepest night 
At dawn?
Only the forgotten
Only the moss-filled sky 
And I