pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias
a full moon exposes the rugged skin of a meadow a storm dead tree paths grown over broken stone walls as the wind speaks a disturbed language punishing ghosts and beating gravestones on a night overshadowed by a black cat and broken mirror magic
flames of messages hand prints speaking from the wall about a life walk down narrow alleys past back doors loves left behind storms and sun sleepless nights trials and errors while searching for a destiny above the scatter leaning toward the shape of how it is to be greater than the … More THREE LEAF CLOVER
NEVER FORGOTTEN the best of life taken replaced with words a sketch of what lies below remembrances etched onto stone as pain releases and agony unleashes a river wide beyond sky where to go or see as the voice haunts like waters of a stream night and day passing through until faintly a … More NEVER FORGOTTEN
there’s a desert on the edge of the last thought or spoken word a mystery wide and full like a blue Egyptian sky or the walls of Babylon a whisper of an answer a tear caught within a lie a song without words safe and attached
before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
the presence of light becomes absorbed within a gray mica sky leaves fold over as the sky weeps a barbed wire rain stinging the skin a dog wind with teeth exposed growls like rusted shovels beating black skillets everything appears to be breaking I surrender seeking shelter within a a rock … More SHELTER
gently pass through the curtains beyond the mirage and rhythmical lines discovering the hidden within the folds of dreams where fingers finally touch the eternal bonds of winds flowing below the wings of angels speaking of what was lost now found cradled in the clouds where no one suffers from being without
Roger Singer 