we stand under a moon gazing upward at its silver face from our earthly spinning diorama of cities and oceans where we silently gather, leaning on the uncertainty of our place, questioning without answer, the miracle suspended in a dark sky
a cool mist of wavy breezes circles me while standing on the shoreline examining the distance of waters under starlight and the darkness of a gray blue eerie horizon of unfathomable depth as it absorbs the passing day
the last clouds of day are rooms over the ocean, curtains of moisture reabsorbed, exposing a a carpet of stars, glistening sweetness nourished by angels as we trespass beneath heaven
turn arounds where roads end like poor decisions and empty pockets where dreams the size of mountains fall from the sky melting into an ocean under a moon where new roads fail to create change from unaccepting disapproving eyes while repressing sadness and an empty stomach
on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost day was slipping silently into a breezy evening the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping … More SALT AIR
his dreams were on the tides of last nights warmth passing over horizons edge past blue diamond stars while the art of years speaks the color of words onto waves washed out never returning the same
he patiently waits at the café, looking for her and then watches her approach, he thinks… there you are my other glove the shoe that fits the door that welcomes a shoulder waiting the glass half full the moon over waves footsteps together a dance a few whispered words the voice the memories … More AFTER MANY YEARS
I see a remembrance shadow in most places catching my breath holding me hostage to the step, the sound familiar, unchanging from the before and the after, moving within the circle, smoothly rolling under stars and smiles from a moon as I walk into night quiet
youth took the half of me photos that never grow old sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start a dream dismantled a prayer answered recovering from loss falling into strength the ordinary path the measure of a chance … More SOUL PRINT
a life in parenthesis brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER
Roger Singer 