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
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
a gust of evening wind cools the skin while I follow a path beneath pine boughs and their sweet aroma an opening light of the moon brushes past mists of ghosts stars appear like diamond footsteps pointing toward home as night follows close by my side
scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse cactus cast shadows over sand and rock the sun moves past the other side of barren hills cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC
piano playing rain lightening flames in a sky burning with storms drums of thunder the slam of gods wearing armor heaven backs up from swift winds claiming the air as rain beats dry dirt with a wet hand
fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky
words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats words are strength from imagination fathoms words become whispers in night promises in morning begging hurting believing following into dreams yet to appear
she is stone a weeping of messages from the hard side of time she is a half open door an envelope unsealed passion fire burns within her tears are jewels spilled to the floor broken. weeping crystals, messages from time; the … More A QUIET STAND
Roger Singer 