Silky coverings draped over a lumpy old friend
Who’s surface evidences years of support
Where yesterday’s activities have
Created lumps, bumps, and pits
From active awakened hours
Relaxed sleeping hours
Now enhances lone rest
Seeking comfort finds
Bare remnants
Indentations
Where my
Love
Once Lay.
THAT PIECE OF FURNITURE HAS BEEN AROUND A LONG TIME AND CARRIES...A GREAT DEAL OF MEMORIES...SOMEWHAT ACHINGLY? I LOVE THIS PIECE AND I ADORE THE CONSTRUCTION OF IT. WELL DONE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
a bed with a vacant spot where your love once lay -- his impressions now making their mark known -- this is a very intriguing write -- I don't know if my interpretation is in line with what you meant -- but it coincides with my perspective -- so good to read your work in the den again -- much love and peace to you my dear friend -- Jon Michael
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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