The moon a legend in the sky a face to talk to a light to cry under a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.
A place where trees stop me a stone wall familiar the road straight then curves recognizing the respect for those who understand a moment to rest appreciating the beauty the organization of nature here under the shade pausing as if it were the last time to pass by
A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE
The river is a testament to longstanding, a continuation without interruption the river possesses beauty and strength its banks dappled with brush and half buried trees velvet smooth water the veins of flow to the oceans heart feeds on silt from fields and ancient meadows its motion is a voice it … More RUMBLING
Fractional sunlight pressed through gray mist clouds like thieves stealing between headstones. A ribbon of water separated the road from an outpost of evergreens; a creation of serious lines and rugged beauty. It was a favorite place, untypical, not easily replaced nor forgotten. The ground was resolved to hold theses treasures close to … More A PROMISE TO HOLD
A passing face and familiar shadow a life shining in a moment where beauty never fades the sense of a spirit a season captured not to be forgotten like the voice making everything right and the arms of support we are each a field of planted memories youth releases us into years where … More IT’S YOU
There is no unhappiness in a stonewall. Its industrial beauty shrugs with humility. Seasonal wars have no effect on its lines. There is nothing porous about it. The stones once buried within ancient soil are like diamonds and pearls, protecting the perimeter of its birthplace. Fortune blesses the license of its presence each day; a … More ANCIENT LINES
There was a buzzing in a heaven of clouds. A horn from the alley brought down the house of pigeons. The air transformed into a night beauty. Neon’s and back doors offered a refueling of the psychological mortgage. Voices from the second floor rejoice between the folds of buildings. When night and dark mix, the … More A WAY THROUGH
There’s always a bridge located whenever people need to be over there; two lands joined by steel arms where rust appears clean when it rains. It’s a way in or out. A place where ships can pass under; their silence is like a fighter looking for an opening. The bridge supports the sides … More EVERYBODY’S BROTHER
My blood is dirt. Open crushed ground of footprints. Songs filter through ages of gravel, into stories, forming well worn paths. Ancient voices. Father’s I never knew. Messages on stone; the year of coming and then the last. Brothers, sisters, the images continue beyond the stone, covered below in dark and dust. … More SOMEPLACE
Roger Singer 