sadness the uncontrolled wind the draining of a sink silent thoughts positioned from those close campfires without smoke smoldering reigniting the lips water over the eyes a baptism with ashes as the heart asks for one more beat and the feet for another step
falling knives and unmarked graves suspicious eyes serpents and fire cold scales, warm venom on the desert floor as day heat fails to night cold and folds of winds usher in cool flat air like ankle deep water and the pull of tides you run for life with busy feet crossing to safety on the … More DESERT SHORT CUT
The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new
The first time ever the ocean touched my feet I knew I belonged to a much greater place arms wider a place deeper acceptance was mine a lifetime invitation late sunsets morning with a wink of blue a memory without loss dreams of swimming never growing old the first time it touched me.
On or about town the luxury of disregarding depravity As the eyes choke out the heart. It was once a dream place a song matching every mood until tears stirred the soul awake grasping for a rope before drowning back into the stream of civilization with rumbling feet pointing to … More LEANING
Roger Singer 