Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud
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
Cloudless night sleep forsaken for the lack of dreams walking softly outside under a carpet of stars shadows from branches are cast onto a narrow dirt path light breezes disturb wax twisted leaves, a fright to imagine if it were ghosts moving about there is a sense of being unearthed and homeless … More KINGDOM OF STARS
There was a narrow reason to mourn a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE
The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path the soul of travel are tents left behind places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING
A message in the clouds hovering over a backroad. A broken thread releases a gallon of dreams where night birds run unchecked on country roads. The unspoken order of fragile pledges prompts secret trespasser’s away from downtown fortresses for the unknown, the chance of speed, with a splash of hope and promises broken; there’s no … More DRAWN AWAY
It’s a slow step into cold air; the season twists out a new face. A cat meows at a half moon. Heaven hears the barking of angry dogs. Strands of mist stretch from street lights. Whispers rise from the alley. Window dressings slumber. Libraries welcome closing hours. Rain reduces the burden of clouds. Dead winter … More A LINE DRAWN
It was a black moon night absent of shadows, full of dreams. Days bouquet of clouds melted into tasteful air. There was a release of sounds, living for a moment, then lost. The pulse of dark became strong. A light breeze engaged unwilling leaves. Stone walls held tightly the history of land. There was a … More ALWAYS THERE
Fall back under early stars. The sea moves reflective waves, pulsing onto sand, building like engines of thunderous clouds. Streams of people merge into temporary spaces; strangers on corners, a brief land of shoulders staring straight ahead. A steady rain clears the dust. Afternoon finds a place before dusk. Footsteps continue. Everyone owns a portion … More UNDERNEATH
It’s my shoreline. A place of footsteps and whispers, high clouds, blue cobalt skies, forever horizon; it’s a song I live. A moment brings me in, an hour holds me tight. It’s a place without time, without changing, it holds the strength of me. I am the shadow of here. I stand on the edge … More MY ROCK
Roger Singer 