Tell me strange one ,would you hold her first
Embrace her chin in a caress
Run your fingers to her throat
Then tell me would you pull her
Closer to your chest
Would you caress her bare shoulders
Put all passions to this test
Then tell me would you waltz her
Carefully to your bed
Lay your hand to the small of her back
Palm her lovely, silken head
Then take her eyes in carefully
Engulf her winsome moves
Make a bed for all night loving
Cut a fevered mattress groove
Then tell when can I be
Just where she is now
And why am I here waiting
With my hand above me brow
Oh love of shadows midnight
Oh man of no real name
Tell me why I still wait
When I'm tired but all the same
Sweet man of night dream's mystery
Why make me wait the more
Come fearless Knight of Passion
These achings beg, implore
Whomever you are, Destiny?
Whenever my smile comes
The real in dreams of testimony
Will make me come undone.
I am always fascinated with your versatility. You take such basic emotions and turn them with the gentle whirl of a pen into a masterpiece of desire. Wonderful write.
Allen
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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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