The early morning hours
Dawn quietly in shades
Of pink and gray,
Illumining the room
In a pearl-like glow.
The king-sized bed
Is mostly empty
As we snuggle close
Beneath the covers.
I am wrapped from behind
In your strength
And your breath falls soft
Upon my neck and ear.
Never have I felt so safe,
So loved.
I remember a lifetime past
When I dreamt of moments like this
And I send a gentle thought
To the me I once was.
Somewhere in the house
A clock sounds the hour
And you stir behind me,
Brushing a kiss
Across my bare shoulder
Before whispering,
"Are you awake?"
"Yeah," I answer
And shiver as you nibble your way
Along my skin.
We were friends long before
We became lovers,
You took the time
To know the person
Beneath the flaws;
In effect,
You became my knight,
My Gawain,
And as I turn into your arms
I become your beautiful lady.
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
Be always safe,
Karen