Spanish Moss drapes the stones
Where lovers mourn the dusty bones
Of ghosts that forever languish,
Eternally bound by bitter anguish,
To the roiling harbor, the merciless sea,
Where still more of their brethren be.
And beneath the streets of cobblestones gray,
The souls and spirits slowly fade away
'Til nothing is left of them but the cries
Pleas, and regrets of unsaid goodbyes.
Magnolia trees and oleander blooms
Mark the place where fate 'ever looms
O'er those foolish enough to impart
The gift upon another of their heart.