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
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
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
spider stars high above suspended glory drawing my eyes to swim up within cool clean air receiving forgiveness as everything opens up and moonlight falls back onto my face I realize I am a hermit visitor within a moving universe
before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
The moon a legend in the sky a face to talk to a light to cry under a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.
There’s no bottom to the city treeless empty lots broken stone trash and puddles where buildings were planned to reach the moon and stars sidewalk people swim upstream in both directions without order searching for a place sirens help or prevent subways rattle breathing heavy stoic faces anxious hands
eventide appeared its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE
Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there
The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO
Roger Singer 