He came unannounced...in early springtime...
just as the snowdrops...were stretching through the soil.
As I watched the delicate bulbs dance above ground...
my heart fluttered from breath to breath...sensing his presence.
The air around me...filled with the scent of him.
He aroused the tender of my skin...for his touch...
caressed with the sweet of blossoming fingers.
His steps fell silent...like the sun does to the ground...
yet...my soul felt him moving about...opening doors and windows.
Washed with a healing breeze...I knew that this someone...
loved something in me...this truth brought tears to my eyes.
He invoked love from within... just as my ashes rose to life again.
He is faithful...always comes to find me...before my soul erodes.
Beautifully rendered, my new found friend, and welcome to Authors Den. There is a quite not so subtle hint at reincarnation if I am not mistaken. Lovely poetry! Loved the photo . . .
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