morning motion,city traffic, cold in summer, a moment not to be judged by the ordinary outside unfolds, steeled faces fear unseen dangers, yet find safety within it like birds appearing to have no where to go
eyes of clouds watched over me in faintest of darkness or summer shoreline, on equal or unequal ground, beneath the place I stand, wondering upward where currents swirl unnoticed above me as I glance into a vapor face passing without voice like the dreams I know in the invisible
morning breezes carry the keys of day as tides mark the hours and sun creates shade on everything during the current solstice or equinox reminding the short minded, those lacking patience while standing at their edge of their faint hope, summers are fleeting, but memories are forever
we are the leaves of autumns fall clouds watch over us with breezes shredding softly the passing of summer its more than words on paper as the voice within steps aside the unfamiliar and familiar while time and gravity bend the shadows we are haunted by
he whispered… softly, “one more day,” of sun summer to walk laugh forgive hold pray feel the rain the dirt winter encourage cry sing be kind send a card like myself pet my cat touch the ocean salt air a photo of my parents he whispered softly “one more…. … More SOFTLY
trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible, releasing messages from years, unstoppable, like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me
the window foretold outside weather changing winds brushed summer from blue skies fragrances reclined as flowers unfolded, releasing their seeds fulfilling the promise to return like dreams even for the broken hearted
the words ceased like the flame from a candle, once bright now a line of swirling gray smoke the silence between them was unbalanced resembling the uncommon brick on the wall each soul unprepared for despair or a miracle, summer or winter but, it was trenched in cold, the autumn of rain … More SEPARATE PATHS
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 shoreline song youthful and free waves of gold over blue umbrella art the beach a canvas of footprints voices, laughing, calling out the chance of summer over the shoulder, a pencil sketch of gray lines, a song built from day, a little of the past here in the present
Roger Singer 