There is a dark side to everyone. Not necessarily bad, maybe just misunderstood.
Children Of The Moon
When the charcoal mountains wear the downy mantle of virgin snow,
And the lord of the wind howls at the trees to kneel in servility,
The waters freeze in defiance of Neptune, banished to an icy cell,
Here is the time for the children of the Moon to dance their ritual.
Silken gowns cover lifeless bodies as old as a dream,
Haunting faces picture memories with no two cameos alike.
Here a devil, there a saint, the Moon child lives in spirit.
The darkness hides the real guise engraved upon their souls,
But when the snow mantle bears patches of age,
The trees rise, and Neptune escapes his frozen guard,
The children of the Moon will run to the stars,
And keep their wizened wishes for another black dawn.
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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