Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Corcovado





it could be any place
not just one where God’s face
appears among clouds, or the patient smile
of Earth adorns the skin of moon-soft tides

It could be a quiet place
whispers and heartbeats make rhythms
and breath becomes the edge of touch
sweetness drips like beads of dew

a place you have seen and told
then brought me there; to hold me
in a time already imagined and lived
to be sweetness in revisions, when
“now” becomes moments shared

just one place or every place
is really one space, I call my heart;
the last part of me, I gave to you
and cannot ever - get it back








Inspired by:  Corcovado, words and music by Antonio Carlos Jobim
as performed by Miles Davis


4 comments:

Mari Góes said...

Very inspired indeed! It's a nice sight, full of meanings for many people. And your poem is lovely.

howard said...

Obrigado meu Bom... i agree full of meanings and i wonder what i will see when i go there-- what i will find-- h

L. Kaye said...

Very Beautiful write. It flows so peacefully, and stings just a little. Our hearts are deep and wide and we give parts of them up, do we not? Never to be recovered but this changes us makes us better, love does that. I never think love is wasted it just is and that is a beautiful thing! Thanks for tugging a little on those strings. ~Linda

howard said...

@Linda-
thank you- such a loving way to see life- yes, i agree it is wonderful, never wasted, always a path to being greater than we were...H