Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I saw her
and then she was gone
an image etched as if in stone
the long brown hair
the smile,
the feather on her arm
i wish my shore upon the ocean
was the same as her own

Yes, that is how it gets. Love poem

the sea is quite unpredictable- ah yes! perhaps if you check the wind- you may sail in that direction?
oui?

one may hope, as the wind must blow, be it in the way you wish it. smiles

hope is lovely and even romantic- but it takes a bit more than wind- to sail- aye-?matey= perhaps a short sail at first-

Merry Xmas -

Happy new year- the wooden fire horse! May you find what you are looking for- and be happy with that-

I think of you. A short sail must need be used first. Smiles.

Stretching canvas- dreams coming true-sold a painting- -decided to do it more- trust my soul- I think about voyages across the passages of time-paint is fluid- - waters of peaceful instruction- sensually abducted - satisfied with what is only mine- prayers for the healing hands to restore you to health- prosperity - joy!

winter is approaching

Are you ready for that sail yet?