Late into night images appear on the ceiling of my bedroom sharp angles momentary slivers of car lights traffic signals neon flashes crawling, colliding perishable images appearing then vanishing without sound as the slip down melting onto the wall
There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through to the … More FINALLY
That’s my star seasons change alignment but its always there night clouds hide its face thunderstorms try to wash it away but its still there clear nights smile me wide within horizons depth standing in the usual place, its always there security in my eyes faith in my heart, I look … More ALWAYS
From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon
The moon dissolved over treetops the area is remote and wild a black night sky exposes the stars on a dark curved canopy dreams and wishes search for the desperate you can see the crest of the earth from here a place deserving of only a few … More LIMITED OFFER
silent moonlight brushes silver over my face, as I gaze into infinity of dark the beginning without a bottom. stars compete for my eyes with hanging diamonds and heavens beyond look back at me man in the moon full of cheese, a wink and a half a carpet of chrome … More MY MOON
A motionless escape invisible freedoms discovered paupers enjoy the fragrance of roses and lavender as they contemplate the discipline of the earth stars follow the desperate while hope is the pollen of dreams
the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth windows shut sweaters appear a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER
A spiritual journey of ease and discovery the opening of the obscure heart and innocence an inner sermon prospering on hope and delicate dreams of calm distant from whispers and swords the building back of faith from broken stars the hope of creating fires that bind and desires that never sleep
A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall a newness provides the power like rivers broken stars mend what was lost resurfaces the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness
Roger Singer 