Once the strings are cut 
& you see there was 
nothing to hold you in the first place, 
you can blow away 
or dance unafraid 
& watch as all those old ghost ropeburns fade. 

I'll meet you in the place where there's no darkness. 
I swear it will be just like my dreams. 
Why speak of the end when we're just starting 
upon our way? 

There's a brilliant heat 
simmering beneath 
our bones that sets the heart to beating. 
Possibilities 
like air charged between 
flashes of lightning set the flame to feeding. 

I'll meet you in the place where there's no darkness. 
I swear it will be just like my dreams. 
Why speak of the end when we're just starting 
upon our way? 

So easy to forget all that we don't know.

Where There's No Darkness

A lone moth orbits streetlight's flickering 
halo, believes he's found the moon. 
Pulls him ever closer, but he 
sees no tranquility. 

He scans the sky like a satellite. 

Like a sharp wave breaking before 
reaching the shore, frothing, aimless, 
he flails graceless, tracing frantic 
patterns across the night. 

He scans the sky like a satellite, 
awaiting replies that never arrive. 

A sign, just a sign 
that all is alright. 
Let him not soak up that moonshine, 
find the ground he's missed for some time... 

Sometimes, things don't turn out as planned 
if there is some Big Plan at all, 
but I know you've still got it in you 
to sling that stone & slay that giant.

Satellite

Once, I left a breadcrumb trail 
in this world where hungry birds hail. 
As the sun fell from the sky, 
I left that empty road behind. 

There must've been some pages skipped; 
I'd never been told tales like this. 
Just because it flies & sings 
doesn't give it angels' wings. 

Now I clear my own path 
as I walk on my way. 
I have heard of a life before death... 

Time's moved on. So have I. 
I've seen morals become alibis. 
I've been one among the fold 
who's seen wolves in shepherds' clothes. 

Now I clear my own path 
as I walk on my way. 
I have heard of a life before death... 

No, I don't leap to fly. 
No, I don't need a sign. 
I can still read the sky. 
I can still see it guides. 

Now I clear my own path 
as I walk on my way. 
I believe in my life before death.

Life Before Death

If I could tell the future, 
I'd tell everyone what I could see; 
so that if everything is set in stone, 
we'd all become its sculptors shaping. 

If I were president, 
I'd end the wars within the hour; 
& though I'm sure I'd catch a bullet someday, 
I'm just as sure that I'd fall smiling. 

If I could fly, 
I'd spend all day head in the clouds. 

If I could talk to God, 
then I'd ask if we could trade places 
for even just one day, so I could finally 
see if I could do any better. 

If I could fly, 
I'd spend all day head in the clouds. 

And I can't tell the future, 
but I can still tell the past 
enough to know that dreams alone will never act. 
No one needs some special power to do that. 
All you need is will.

Head in the Clouds

I thought we resolved to fight 
the wasted life & never slide 
from vital signs to vacant eyes 
running dry. 

An out-of-mind experience 
of living in dependence. 
Abandon all your senses. 
So senseless. 

Your temples so defiled, 
all to die in denial. 

Could've sworn the only 
chemistry we'd ever need 
lay in the songs we breathed. 
Was that just me? 

Your temples so defiled, 
all to die in denial. 

With such endless means, 
a meaningless ending 
is nothing but a crime. 
You must reclaim your time. 

Your temples so defiled, 
all to die in denial.

Dying In Denial

Writer of songs, singer of vocal sounds, player of guitars & drums, thinker of thoughts, doer of deeds.

Alan Hague