It was beautiful because, shaded solitude under a sycamore blanketing a dirt road durable carpets of moss and grass exhibited proof of ancient inheritance it’s a bewildering place for those just passing through and an oasis for those walking slowly
wet footsteps on the floor cotton clouds the magic of music handcuffs the soul providing anywhere travel with eyes closed the heart steers without disappointment onto a wide porch waiting for sunset lightening bugs send signals to the fortunate the best place to be is the one they dream of
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever warm days touch the side of faces in a silent act empty chairs hold shadows several times removed their song is a story of before where fondness waits for no one the clock of seasons protects the secrets of dreams … More A PATH THROUGH
A passing face and familiar shadow a life shining in a moment where beauty never fades the sense of a spirit a season captured not to be forgotten like the voice making everything right and the arms of support we are each a field of planted memories youth releases us into years where … More IT’S YOU
Cloudless night sleep forsaken for the lack of dreams walking softly outside under a carpet of stars shadows from branches are cast onto a narrow dirt path light breezes disturb wax twisted leaves, a fright to imagine if it were ghosts moving about there is a sense of being unearthed and homeless … More KINGDOM OF STARS
Next door mumbled thoughts leak through cracked plaster into my stale air fevered dark shades of anger rise like storms born of heat then coldly pass blinking neon breathing lights flash to the wall soundless and dead hidden pipes suffer with song like tenors coaxing tears out of the weak
The area between dreams is the thirst of sleepers. They drink in the invisible waiting for troubled angels to produce from silvery darkness a face in the mirror a nameless misfortune or the salt of visions with piercing shadows, and familiar voices; the wrinkles of life not available during the day.
The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER
A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness. Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS
A message in the clouds hovering over a backroad. A broken thread releases a gallon of dreams where night birds run unchecked on country roads. The unspoken order of fragile pledges prompts secret trespasser’s away from downtown fortresses for the unknown, the chance of speed, with a splash of hope and promises broken; there’s no … More DRAWN AWAY
Roger Singer 