A meadow of stars shined brightly into forevermore where a a small portion of night was pushed aside into a cold place before darkness reclaimed the sky. I start to count the rubies and diamonds above, surrendering my numbers to the dots pasted onto infinity canvas. The lights of a great city offers no competition … More HIGHWAY SKY
The strings of stars descend from higher heavens where daydreams begin and eyes are quenched with cool water while songs sing of the forgets. The black sphere above us holds the end of something far greater than imagination; wild orchids become lost on the canvas of celestial darkness. Gardens below sleep, breathing under closed petals. … More BEFORE SUNRISE
A hedgerow opening provides an unscripted path, like a sketch void of color and where footsteps of mist fall like paper ripped from a book. Roots below turn with the passing of seasons. Silent in growth. Solemn, like the bones of names forgotten. Night stars and moon shades slant the shadows of crooked branches onto … More AN OPENING
Roger Singer 