faced into seasons swept to the edges where clouds form at tree tops, lazily, like an afternoon nap as cotton curtains stir to the gift of breezes and bright shades of white reflect off the ocean, bowing to blue skies
the house was a fire of voices a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats floor boards language inner travel from room to room burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet
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
our car lights cut a shinning path over a dark surface as we pass below boughs of great trees I lean out the window watching leaves twist as we hurry past stars blink on a dark infinity sky warm air rushes through my hair, my eyes blink with excitement our street … More OUR DUSTY ROAD
what is gentle to us when the curse of mourning lays desperate on our eyes collapsing granite souls as flowers bend and skies appear to fall onto shoulders as night holds sad the hostage, a weakened heart on its knees with questions rising from passive lips
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
NEVER FORGOTTEN the best of life taken replaced with words a sketch of what lies below remembrances etched onto stone as pain releases and agony unleashes a river wide beyond sky where to go or see as the voice haunts like waters of a stream night and day passing through until faintly a … More NEVER FORGOTTEN
fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky
voices descend through the fire escape men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke women whisper children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley a cat sleeps resembling driftwood pigeons gaze down from the rooftop Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window
Coasting on the thought highway searching for someplace else the chance to belong to soften the stubbornness of a granite heart it’s a wintry night in summer while considering weak memories under cloudy skies a full darkness holds the safety net where dreams are stolen from shadows as we try to breathe life … More FINDING A WAY
Roger Singer 