week 409 ~ Brazil twines its tendrils around my heart
Brazil twines its tendrils around my heart
caught immersed in a wash of color sound
dreaming of there languishing here it’s bound
to draw a sigh I always feel a part
of Rio piercing my soul when music
withers so far from its ancestral well
of inspiration displaced ghosts don’t tell
their story as beautifully I pick
an option and carry on stoically
replacing fleeting dreams with concrete chores
the laundry will be done living abhors
a vacuum and simplicity suits me
I’ll still be here when Rio reappears
to benevolently assuage my fears
Ah…Rio still seems to call to you…maybe spring break.
slpmartin
September 1, 2016 at 3:31 pm
Or sooner…
mairmusic
September 3, 2016 at 6:08 pm