Golden and coral rays
like mist, outlines the horizon
a beautiful epilogue to the day
everything is still
everything is quiet
as people return from work
and other places
all is well
I fall asleep
only to be awakened
by the sound of firecrackers
and gunshots
it is the fourth of July
I am in Chicago
stars light the sky
the sun has set
on his young life
everything is quiet
except for their screams
and unrealized dreams
unrealized dreams
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