Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Posted: **February 3rd, 2009, 4:44 pm**

For Milady Judih

It has been many moons since we smoked the pipe together. Yet the sweetness of the smoke still lingers in my memory. There are so many emerging realities which besiege us. The golden harp melodies turn to cacophony in the beat of a heart. Shostakovich meets Debussy in contrasting symphonies of discord and peace. When will the aching harmonies surface in rainbow rhythms restored? Here is my lyrical offering my dear Fraulein. The wave of your being washed over me tonight and I seek your wondrous words. Blessed be thee my Madonna of the Levant

Posted: **February 4th, 2009, 2:57 pm**

The wave of your being washed over me tonight

...that is beautiful, john. i wonder if people feel it when we miss them.

Posted: **February 4th, 2009, 7:08 pm**

SmileGRL, I think that is quite possible. I have a friend, Margaret, who, when I call her, says she was just thinking about me, and feels there is a connection. I saw her in Walmart the other day and she was exuberant, saying that she was just thinking of me.

What a beautiful thought my friend.

John

Posted: **February 4th, 2009, 10:55 pm**

wave of being
overwhelming
i'm swept away

Posted: **February 5th, 2009, 5:09 pm**

Judih, your poem melodies have created harmonic convergences which sweep me away into lost paradises of the mind. I've enjoyed my visits in your gardens of verse.

John