The poet recalls a dream which was more like a fantasy journey.
Out of the shadows and into the dream, His midnight stroll had taken him All the way to the reverie and back. The song from the east had beckoned And as the world fell away, He had sought after that lonely woman Who hovered in the midst of his yesterdays. After some time he heard the nightingale Together with the moonlight piano Playing softly as he felt himself returning From his blissful flight of fancy And romantic dream.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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