In spite of daydreams lost to years
where no one dries a lonesome tear
grows the daydream brought anew
in early morning's glistening dews.
While rising chorus from waking nests
chirp in prayers of thankfulness
and take to wings their freedoms flight
away from all that would make blight
the glorious bounty yet to find
in all that nurtures its own kind
and rests again at evenings call
where sun trades moon for rest of all.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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
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