Faces of Quarter

In the heart of a city that sings with soul,
Where brass bands echo and beignets roll,
A golden mask guards secrets deep,
Of laughter loud and sorrows steep.

Painted feathers dance in twilight skies,
Reflections of parades in mystery's eyes.
She stands at the edge of Carnival's dream,
Where shadows shimmer and colors gleam.

The street behind—alive with cheer,
Marches with ghosts from yesteryear.
Balconies whisper old jazz refrains,
While joy and magic flood the lanes.

This is New Orleans, bold and bright,
Dressed in wonder, kissed by night.
A moment caught in masked delight—
Where fantasy walks in full daylight.