Invisible Mystery Friends New Orleans Ghosts Poem by Dandelion de la Rue

Invisible Mystery Friends
Dandelion de la Rue

Remembering days and nights
of wandering through
criss cross designs of
water vapor and
other disembodied energies
thick with the
ghosts and spirits
of Old New Orleans.
I felt their
kinship with me
their embrace
their music
I heard and felt
their songs
around me
over me
in me
They walked my walk
As I walked theirs
and it was
I felt that
I belonged.

Are they lonely
in abandoned
buildings empty
Do they see
the stricken place
it is today
or the magic streets
that they once
walked alone
loving the city
and being loved
the living and
the dead alike.
Where will we gather
now, for bidimensional