What Lies Beyond, Part ThirtyTwo

The Melody Never Ends

Joan Ann Lansberry

October 14, 1999

Remembering Back To Last June. . .
Bronze head of a Goddess, Villette-Serpaize
Musee de la Civilisation Gallo Romaine a Lyon

Worth The Pain

Only so newly three dimensional,
Do I owe my birth to you?
Would I never had voice?
So alive, not just in dream,
I know the birth has been
worth the pain.
Richly sensual,
now I know air,
and even pen,
a limber strength infuses me -
I'll sing as long as I can.

- Mischa                

        
I who was stone . . . . . . . . am now flesh.

October 23, 1999

In Exchange

If this were the only way
I would have stood here bare armed
at the intersection of life,
vulnerable, but not on my knees.
I would have offered my sweet voice
in exchange for
some garments of love.
But instead,
I am shivering in the marketplace,
among the trinkets,
gaudy and tasteless.
Maybe you will see me there.

- Mischa                      

October 26, 1999

In the poem of the 23rd, Mischa could have been an ancient galla from Rome. S/he could have been a seventeenth century castrato. S/he could have been anywhere, for that theme of longing is timeless.

This poem by one of my favorite online journallers and poets, celebrates timelessness. He wrote it to honor a friend of his who passed one, but it could apply to any 'singer of songs'. It mesmerizes me.

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SONG TO A SINGER OF SONGS

no stargazer really ends;
starlight travels to us from the past,
light visioned eyes travel to the future,
tracing a circle large as time.

no seagazer really ends;
tides wash our shores from elsewhere,
sea distanced eyes move on with them,
to return or not, the circle is the same.

no roadgazer really ends;
all paths lead to here from there
pass smiling eyes, move on again,
path tracing, path making, path joining.

and the song sung to the stars, to the sea, to the road
may fade a while but the melody never really ends.

- John Bailey                       
October 1999                       

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October 27, 1999

While exiting the movie theater last night, carrying the sort of awe that a good film can create, I saw these white flowers illuminated against the night sky. It seemed magical.

October 29, 1999

(inspired by listening to "The Music Of The Night")

How can I cry for beauty?
With strong, able arms,
it can carry me
to places far above
this mundane earth.

"Carry Me,

Lift Me",

I want to ascend,

"Carry me,
I am light,
dear Beauty . . ."

"Dear Beauty,
you hold me enthralled,
I drop every weary weight,
I float in your secure arms.
I trust your every charm.
Far behind, the world.
I know you'll gently land me,
when my spin is done,
and whisper a kiss
'Til next time. . .'

'Til next time, I'll await
your guided passages
into flight,
I'll wait."

Joan/Mischa
October 29, 1999

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