Over the river and through gates
The horses ride and our imagination
Seeks truth.
The water still rushes and blooms
Follow, their rustic yellows,
Their rare reds and the almost surreal
Magentas caress the watermelons.
Occasionally, the horses pause, lift
A hoof and nod, as if it all
Makes some sense, as if they know
Exactly where we’ve been and
Where we’re going.
Shaking their heads, they strike
The turf lightly, they bolt, off again
Trying treason in a moment, their
Lathery sides heaving
With workmanlike fever,
The goal seen in a dream.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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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