In the countryside, the cluster of trees sways from side to side
The colorful leaves pile on the ground
The sterling sound of a guitar is heard
Soft and mellow, I got lost in the moment
As it brushed against my face
I smelled the scent of lavender
It refreshed my soul and embraced my body
The throb of the breeze lands me against the wall
The shape of the clouds wavering beyond the horizon
Leave me to focus as I gently closed my eyes
Displaced by the shivering
I was relieved of the grief I buried inside
It coaxed my body in slow motion
Dried out my skin leaving me with an undying thirst
As it planted a counterfeit kiss on my lips
The flavorless taste left me to rest.
very very nice...love the flow of this piece. It is bittersweet, yet full of glimmers of hope...very vivid and softly sensual imagery. All in all this is a splendid pice of work.
This is a very vibrant poem. It's if a spirit of peace has passed by you. As you walk through a timeless fog bank on a highland hill, you emerge to the sounds of waves crashing on the distant shores. Seagulls dance across white foamy waves, revealing that life is indeed precious.
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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