It was a cloudy vision, a river of hands flowing thick, reaching franticly for treasures but coming up empty as they tumbled like stones, never resting, bumping into and falling over as the force moves into crowded silence past towns and under weary bridges where a cloudburst of muddied hands swim in an apocalypse of … More MY DREAM
Early morning offers the comfort of silence as you awake to your human architecture, stretching out sleeps stiffness while your system processes the inward blueprint, preparing for your first step. It’s a good day when all the parts work. You yawn out tired air with a moan; a familiar voice inflection known only to … More A GOOD DAY
There’s a bucket of dreams hanging off my pillow with fingers of thoughts twisting my inner gears into faces from yesterday or childhood where summers warmth was pure with mornings lifting off the aroma of dew soaked canvas and blossoming lilacs, jumping into morning before the birds and the dust of breezes. I’m pulling … More A SLEEP VEIL
Dreams are the canvas without paint, absent of color and faces until the eyes recede into a vapored transport lifting the emotions onto a highway of visions. Favorable winds carry us to lands unreachable during day; hovering over the distance there is a gentle settling into safety without care for time. When the portal … More NIGHT VISIONS
You awake, tossing off sleep, stirring the covers into misshapen objects. You recreate and gather to the surface the image of a building, a tall structure, solid, thick walls, a place to gather. The thoughts grow and then recede on the vapors of your dreams. Looking closer there is cracking in the … More REBUILDING
A germ in the air, a color of motion weaving song of dance in a field where winds lift summer while holding hands with short seasons. The life of the ocean presses out an Egyptian blue, splashing ankles captured in sand where smiles reflect like diamonds. Long clouds, the ones like blankets lay … More DREAMING
I awoke with a dream following me into day. A vapor of thoughts cheated out of sleep, pressed me while preparing under a dim light and morning haze, then chased my shadow out the door. A gnawing between my ears, like drums banging, rattled my thoughts to remember sleepy images. I hurried along, glancing behind … More VAPORS
A city rain fell in long lines, washing dust into gutters. Twilight, the mistrals of dark, waved hands of breezes over streets with quiet sounds. Engines of feet plodded into puddles, splashing wetness with disregard. Night dreams creep from open windows. The sound of doors mark the clock of darkness. Bedroom … More ASHES
A great black quiet above lay sleeping. An engine without steam or heat. A mouth lost of words. An open sky. Stars shining their jewels; eyes without faces pasted in a forever place. A steady hand. Fingers pointed with wishes fall prey to tomorrow; the hope of change knows only pain. Time folds over, presenting … More
One in the morning. I stretch, turning off the light. My book falls to the floor. Looking up, a cerulean mist hangs as my eyes adjust. A curtain of black soon covers the room. A diesel truck passes by below. A window shuts in anger. The night stand clock hums out of tune; an electric … More EARLY
Roger Singer 