Her lips seasoned by the salty air
Her skin baptized by the soft water
She breaths in the southern heat
The landscape of the bayou animates her
A ghost whispers in her ear
“Time to go”
The river’s water carries her toward the shore
To a place where the Jazz calls her name
It can’t be avoided
It’s long overdue
A place to forget everything inside
A chance to focus on the moment
Lost in the melody of New Orleans
I Crossed an Ocean... 