This one is a work in progress, I would love to know your thoughts on this piece.
Thank You,
Sabreen
Your touch like a soft breeze blowing across my skin. Sending a sweet sick feeling of fear through my soul. Begging for the assurance that I am your only love.
My heart cries out to you, desperate to know that it belongs. Drowning in the terror of rejection, that it is not the one.
A body starving for your affection, longing for the feel of your hand. But always scared of reaching out, afraid of how it will end.
This new love we have found, fills me with hope and fear. It occupies my every thought, not just when you are near.
In every part of my being, the deepest depths of my soul. I will always need to belong to you, to be your only love.
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
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.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
