hear it here.
I've redone it considerably from the published version; we change in twenty years and time does things to our perceptions and how we express them; I think it's closer to the flow of the music now, and the bent-up sonnet is clearer now....
(Chick Corea/Gary Burton)
This is something different from what we knew
Was true, when we stared across the narrows
Between our pillows & found ourselves lost
In wonder at storm tossed thoughts inside
Faces we had just caressed, & whether we'd dare
To share our guesses. Trying to trace form
Mirrored in moving water, each impulse there
In the shifting spaces of our lonely minds,
Where waves crashed & broke, short of the places
We thought we'd choose. Where we might share
Or lose. Might hold each other & not get soaked
By tears. Then your voice rose, like foam from wave,Saying why did we roam with the water near
If staying dry is what we really crave?