our souvenir photo taken in New Orleans
memories march like a Dixieland band
waiting on the Delta Queen
scent of boiled crawfish in the air
so heavy I can taste it
walking down Bourbon Street
under your big umbrella
two hearts woven like wisteria vines
whispering forever promises in the rain
time stood still
the poem, Evangeline
always inspired weighty emotions in me
like a cloud promising rain
if ever seperated by cruel circumstances
our pledge: to meet again under southern skies
nothing would keep us apart
it's not my photograph on your mantle
has it been thirty years?
I've visited the Big Easy many times
heard you have too...
cocktail in hand, various tones of jazz
seep from every doorway
endless array of shapes and colors
like a puzzle...with a few missing pieces
When I was a kid the song
"laissez les bon temps rouler"
echoed from the swamps
"let the good times roll"
gone is the historical magic of New Orleans
grab bag full of three wishes spent
where is the "joie de vivre?"...the joy of living
time to come out of the rain
no parade down Bourbon Street
no more moon pies dropping from Cajun skies
Tell me, my Gabriel...
have you forgotten whispered promises?
so many years ago
"something says in my heart that near me
Gabriel wanders. Is it a foolish dream
or an idle, vague superstition?"
"...urged by a restless longing, the hunger and
thirst of the spirit...
commence again my endless search"