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
smoldering residue the invisible below, the surface challenged, a psalm in sunlight, a road leading home, ghosts with wisdom, scholars misunderstood, a passage of hope, a hand full of help, a shoulder worth bearing, a compass forward, a door and another door, the message received, the quiet within creates order
the whereabouts of being unknown on a traveled road with curves and long straights walking a town, suspicious eyes whispers and turns brother can you spare, where the diner is? a meal like others, garnished with haste to the road outside that knows my name we are friends
a dark blanket, thick, holding infinity above the beyond and beyond, absent of time undisturbed by winds unmoved by seasons selfish quarter year demands or rain touching every hand, silk soft, with the aroma of clouds, as I gaze upward into the black stretched linen at chariots and horses passing over, collecting wishes I surrendered … More STARRY WAITS THE NIGHT
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
to brave the change the unknown on a park bench feeding pigeons, eagles in another life while enjoying the green as leaves scratch in winds way boys throwing stones dogs on leashes with angry eyes walking on paths around ponds as day is completed much like yesterday and tomorrow
invisible winds twisting clouds gray shadow prints crawl past a deepening of humidity changing without introduction rain presses in lightening blasts thunder hammers fog blankets …and then blue sky infinity slips within the circle where we stand
a thought of ink onto paper casual words in a half shell pushing out rain water from the past stories about stories some greater than before others weak or forgotten as more rain blemishes all it touches even the wings of angels who carefully listen
escaping the fire the inside burn of scars sharp word blades wounding bloodletting as courage lines up within marching against rising tides and the instruments we fight a lesson of learn and recover watered over smoldering without damage
from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead
Roger Singer 