When I gaze upon those Spanish eyes,
eyes that sparkle like stars in the night,
I fall in your ocean of serenity.
And I find myself drifting toward you,
attracted, like a galleon to the lighthouse.
The serenity in your eyes,
spreads, like spilled wine into my soul,
and intoxicates my spirit with its peace.
I feel my heart beating quietly and subdued
as the blood in my veins flows slowly.
At last, my restless spirit, finds shelter
within the confines of your warm embrace.
My face rests, nestled upon your shoulder.
And just before I kiss your cherry-red lips,
I hear your soul whispering, "I love you".
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Outstanding imagery, feelings and rhythm... "Serenity" glows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
your friend
Alain Gracio
Be always safe,
Karen