seclusion is my inspiration of alone unbroken time, a silent bloom to create, construct and listen to winds and waves while considering the advice from clouds under a galaxy of private space with incense of thought filling corners, walking over crossroads
his dreams were on the tides of last nights warmth passing over horizons edge past blue diamond stars while the art of years speaks the color of words onto waves washed out never returning the same
it was at the edge of horizons where eyes welcome a steady line of waves touching the senses, dripping from clouds hiding in shadows evenings and nights and familiar songs the years are unstoppable, a collection words, drifting in breezes but not forgotten
rain I got crying wet onto me diamond drops brightened by street lights making the worst appear washed and clean while puddles reflect neon’s as passing footsteps make busy waves disturbing what weeps and gathers from the under surface of heaven to the streets where I walk
OVERVIEW the moon commands highways of ocean currents forming waves those momentary curled masses of random strength splashing languages onto ancient shorelines from somewhere deep creating footprints during the highs and lows
Everything needs to be blocked out all sounds that have nothing to do with what’s before me others have their callings places they worship distant precipices or deserts but here I am selfishly willfully yielding my attention I am haunted by the aroma and authority the force lurking below the surface … More HAUNTED
A hidden prize under the green blue shifting sand and shells once mountains reduced to dust from waters tossed by storms and seabed’s stretching water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents and fingertips of shorelines spreading far beyond the millennial’s their presence a statement of belonging long after were … More DEEP WATERS
A hidden prize under the green blue surface shifting sand and shells once mountains now reduced to dust from agitation of waters tossed by storms and stretching seabed’s the water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents the fingertips of shorelines spread far beyond millennial dates their presence is a … More DEEP WATERS
We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice tides washed us gently circling the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled all beneath a humble moon
I stand on the shoreline of the ocean small palpable waves feed on my ankles as dusk yields to night a sound clear as spring windows tilts toward me showering me in the center of a nightly orchestra I wonder looking around if anyone nearby senses the blessing from the air or am … More MOONLIGHT SONG
Roger Singer 