So many years have come and gone away,
And now the time has come that I should leave;
The sanctuary where I was to pray,
The haven where my heart was free to grieve.
I never had to front or fog the facts.
It knew me as I knew myself to be,
And as I wait to walk upon the tracks,
I feel as though it's from myself I flee.
Now it only houses me in sorrow,
By misty memories of days long passed;
Knowing I'll be on my own tomorrow,
And wondering how long this pain will last.
If home is where the heart is then I find,
I'll have to leave my broken heart behind.
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
So full of sadness and a heart's misery and suffering.
Blessings,
Christine