the namesake of orleans

when i see the pine trees i see you,
invisible presence in the wind, i hear your
laughters in the branches,
like the lilting banshee sighs; i echo them,
yearning for this absent fairy,
only your smile can chase away these cobwebs,
until i am embraced by warmth.

memories are kindled by pine needles underfoot,
and i remember the time we spent walking together,
resurging stories of the past
replayed countless times before me;
yesterdays come alive with the scent of evergreens.

mingling with these ghosts, my spirit yearns for more;
eternity unfolds before my gaze, dressed in white pines.


hmm… been a long time since i wrote this… a verse whose muse never laid eyes upon it…


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