Ahead of golden sunsets
When light turns mellow and warm
Gentle silhouettes stretch out
Blue shadows fingering long
Lil’creeper plant, boiling in today’s hot sand,
Please tell me, where do you want to go?
Don’t you know, right there, it’s the beach’s end
Where salty tidal currents flow?
Sand grain haze drifts over the naked shore
Life pushes forward- It cannot do else
Craving for a happier ‘morrow
She may not dare to sense
This is like my life, always reaching out in the wrong direction, getting sand kicked in my face, being tumbled on the shore, and left for dead. LOL...well, maybe not that bad, but that was the mood your wonderful poem put my mind into. And I love the photo accompanying this piece.
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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Bravo!
Regis
good to read you again!
Eileen
This is like my life, always reaching out in the wrong direction, getting sand kicked in my face, being tumbled on the shore, and left for dead. LOL...well, maybe not that bad, but that was the mood your wonderful poem put my mind into. And I love the photo accompanying this piece.
Love,
Sara