Meeting old friends around every corner
And making new friends in the in between
I have been walking too long looking down
To realize if you know what I mean
How in love I am with humanity
Whose communication is our birthright
The meaning behind all this vanity
Beyond such failure and futility
As cloud inward light as we slip from sight
At least I still have the ability
To get as to give that small human spark
We recognize between us in the dark
By which we humans navigate the night
I know I have come further than I know
Led by that small human spark and its glow
Caught like a faraway kiss blown to me
Warming in my heart long after we part
And this is what I love this time of year
Meeting old friends around every corner
And making new friends in the in between
Wherever you are I can feel you here
Long after we part warming in my heart
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,