a back stairway beyond stars and night clouds cracked stone steps rise to a stained faded door half screen the other part wood singing with rust when opening and failing to close when shut gazing up the ascending stairs there’s a light at the end of a twisted cord swinging like a dead … More SINGLE LIGHT
tall pines line the side of the road to the shoreline where rocks lay scattered, black and gray, smooth from millennial washing it’s a place held tight to the chest, spoken of only in memory when skies are alive with color and few words are spoken but night remembers
an image within a song showing up before you arrive appearing bigger in the eyes of yourself and where you are on a front porch as a door opens like the words you push in the swing at days end and a front light forming a circle where dew and toys share space … More CLIMBING THE MOON
night, a silent voice eyes fold satin smooth chances and memories walk across thoughts to the other side destiny and legacy hold the cards as impatience opens another door into a large room of what was lost with a small box of what was found
darkness covers the linen of skin, folding over with day lost, the sky closes out the feel of sun warm breezes surrender to shadows replacing colors with a flat gray like layers of curtains, the first call of night leaning into stillness
the energy of day resigns itself to evening thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails
clouds turn like pages stories release from the swelling haze the sun strongly appears shining on road signs of the heart a late burning dusky sky suggests tomorrows forecast as day rolls over into night and dawn releases an overflow of rain from heaven; the soil drinks the sky dry
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
subtracting the parts of day, the unfinished, early shadows, voices within, unanswered dreams, questions and morning coffee it’s a swim against the elephant no one talks about, hearts holding grief and half promises while speaking to the waiting arms of a soul who knows darkness comes first, and then the safety of night … More LATER THERE IS NIGHT
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
Roger Singer 