I am happy to be and to be here
The happiest I have been for a while
Now at the happiest time of the year
All it takes for me is to see you smile
To feel as confident and clever as
Anyone ever as I never was
Your smile is contagious and I caught it
Outrageously beautiful I thought it
And who am I but one dutiful who
Has chosen to spend the winter with you
And in the end who are you then but me
And round the bend who am I then but you?
One who was burned to blindness by beauty
Opens his eyes now to see again healed
As he embraces his primal duty
To life itself and the bargain is sealed
I who can see now see you as you are
Close as a kiss and distant as a star
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
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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