The Tunnel Light

Years of time they melt away
One hour's wish another day
And friends emerge from decades gone
My youthful self I now must don
for know me do my oneness does
it strikes me forward towards my cause
And skies of blue await me yet
I know this now - I can't forget
The past so dark and drear and black
The tunnel light!  At last!  At last!
This my rescue from confusion
or just another sad illusion?
I know not what the future holds
so pray for mercy on my soul

-Dan Puskar 2009

Shadow (lyrics)

I am just a shadow
A spectre on a chain
A simple spectre tethered
in insubstantial refrain

A Dostoevsky nightmare
A petal coloured pale
Existing for my next breath
and with my next breath fail

I am a lie
Unworthy shadow
I fein alive
and watch it all go wandering by

I am just a shadow
An insignifigant sprite
Existing only in silence
Existing only at night

I find that treacherous darkness
is my only friend
as I fall into chasm
without any end

I am a lie
Unworthy shadow
I feign alive
and watch it all go wandering by

I live by
candle light
I stay tethered
to the night

I am just a shadow
I fade away in light
My existance is sorrow
Yes, this is my plight!

And my substance is hidden
through lies cast on me
Decieving the people
for they know not me

-Dan Puskar 2007, 2010

Step Into the Dream...

It was a warm dream
to a distant away
from this grip of effigy
longingly asking to stay

And hopelessly calling out
she said
Hopelessly calling to me
Shaplessly shifting she held out her hand
Step into the dream
Step into the dream

It was an age of shattered rage
causing the old one to flee
an exodus of three thousand miles
fortune had brought him to me

And anciently calling out
wearily whispering to me
with wisdom and wonder he held out his hand
Step into the dream
Step into the dream

-Dan Puskar 1993

A Morning Rue

The trees, the grass, the flowers
Green
A shade of grey in this deathly dream
A cold and misty morning felt
where love and life and humour melt

And all around me living things
change and grow and sail on wings
But how at last will they die
and others' lovers crash and cry?

And when my lover
alas, she too
will mourn and weep a morning rue
When the black inhales me long and deep
and I drift in endless, empty sleep

-Dan Puskar 1993