Sort of just came to me from reading way too much medieval fantasy... if there is such a thing! :)
Tis a tangled web we weave,
In a life such as this
When we awaken to the breaking dawn, Forced to greet the murderous sun.
The steps in which we walk Leaving behind our drops of blood,
The Statue of our One
Weeping her silent tears of sorrow,
Opening her arms of solitude,
Patiently awaiting Her children's embrace
As we, without grace, ignorantly await our fate
Creating chaos of destruction, amongst ourselves. Oh, what a tangled web we weave
And yet, we forever weep.
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
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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