monstrous sound slashes silence
the bellow of a giant beast,
the flutter of a thousand wings
elevation and indiscriminate creed will not heed
sinister stirs the mix, the rise of wicked extravagance
black feathers flutter to bewilder against the pale frontier
the mock of a starlings flight, the fall in a sparrow’s might
countless sullen wings unfold, to rally their squadrons for show
a mobbing cry meets a redeeming sky,
their rising tones mimic heaven heralding high
contrast to the core, countless black rap-tor destroy
the fading blue sapphire display
a rebel twist in the storm suspends them again
harbingers dawning
a verge of wonder, stands close
the small dark outlines, bask a golden shine
peripheries slight motion, a graceful shimmer
perched as an alert, the slight snap of the fingers
a single feather cascades
turning in the elegant dance of a ballerina's descent
laying at the step vaguely pointing to the entrance,
the pride of a black bird,
there is no place for an Omen here,
one last frailty, is my secret near and dear

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

shuffling feet recede with the sinking heat
shadow chanters possess the street
sidewalk dancers work their song
the mind a clenched fist
pounding a one beat drum
a hustle in lunacy
chasing crank and doom

sound surrounds a fool
that is what you hear
the constant humm lost in the ear
exhales as a kindle, leads a rumble
the bellow of a beast howling thunder
the sound so pleasing
crawls under the skin
begins to breath
becomes the wind

jacked up
spread thin
spinning shards of speed
believing all the joy in greed
sabotage of self redeem
a play to crash and fiend
infringes the sound of terror
louder than an ocean roars
misery always begs more

hand on a knife
steady work in a glisten
fury breathes bending twisted
thrashing fragile decline
slashing sublime
carving within the lines
seeking a hollow spine
nothing seen to intervene

struck hard to a mad core
falling through every door
landing in the sleep of dreams
face in a pillow
held to the floor
nothing left to bargain
suffocation frees a demon
leaves a human being


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

knots and weaves
windward gales quickly deceive
ever moving the undertow
constant curves dip in the winds and below
blowing off the waters deep
leaving a mist so sweet
hand to cheek
blue waters press further
possessed by the wind
willful turbines stay in sync completing the cycle
shaping and sculpting the swells
creating an undertow struggling to be free
choose to swallow in pleasure
choose to wallow with the pain
an answer returns with demand
beating fists upon the sand
the wind answers back with violent command
to the tides, to the swells, to the surges, hit the rip current
so powerful, so aggressive, she intimidates
all to catch the craze
ocean, she see's and waves
man is met
sized and weighed


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

trapped in a snare
captivated by the glare
a primitive trap its clear
the startle from a borrowed gesture
provoked the out gunned deer
trespassing all fear
a perch the measure of a wire
hovering the dawn of a fighter

conviction is the large leaps
belief the hesitant small steps
slumber holds every wonder
keeps your eyes on the prize
hope is still the promise
beating rain from the sky
bliss performs a final trick
now yellow bricks are only bricks

cannot choose a side
constitutes a place to abide
self preservation yields
an action ambivalent to strife
the cowardly deceit
a willing disguise
once upon a time
begins again, and despite

feeds the hand of despair
narrows the mind
bleeds what remains
slowly carves a heart in vain
free to balance a chain
the high price of pain
renders a perpetual device
incapable of compromise

push back or die
swallow the vile
be the end to denial
nothing is final
the fire inside struggle
rises beyond rubble
shines for a reluctant fighter
captivated by the glare
trapped in a snare


                                            Terry Darcy-Ryan

eyes meet, the intimate adore
face to face, lips gently brush
desire delivered in the click of a lock
hands clutched around your neck
the shock, the tightening hold
a gripping strength, a slow squeeze
the mind dazed, the hunt to breathe
hardwired impulse, the raw surging force
reaching, touching, clawing a hands grip
the steadfast capture, enforcing an iron reap
the heat and hiss of a monster, slices in your ear
tears fall for God’s wretched care
dry upon your cheek, the final kiss
the silent suffocation, an impression so sincere

pain defends the will to see and breathe clear
aware adorns the eyes, in pictures of reminisce
the danger of your kiss, the pace in your violent embrace
the power of your stare, hands fast on my neck
viselike is the hold, so I can feel reborn
to stand on the furthest edge
and trespass into the abyss

planted deep, thriving sweet
growing, entangled in a reach
extending into many more
beneath a shallow surface
there is no abyss, I am the abyss
the abyss resides inside me
waiting in the dark, flourishing  

Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

a man of means and meager will
perched upon his window sill  
playing vague for the promise of power
sings a song of a beg for the borrow
last chance, take the lead or follow
deny the headline buried shallow
a wink for here today gone tomorrow

patronize our cornerstone
lie to cover a backbone
stand upon the working hands
a great pretender in command
the artistic gesture moves the band
a flaunt for the sake of humanity
jaded swings on a strand

depravity seeks a bended knee
prosperity stands with hypocrisy
all to shake down a charity
inspires food for the Frey
feed the mighty, deny the small
the future strums for us all
as the fool dances, a fool circle

a lust to hunt is the pounce of greed
posed the tiger crouching mean
we see a coward dwelling in debris
fallen deep beside the seeds for spring
every bloom fighting for the surface
eager to bend, flourish, live to die savage
the grasp to breathe, a place to seethe



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a single drop
escapes and shapes
the one reforms into the many
forces merge and maintain the center
as an ocean to a clear running stream
effortless delicate movements
the beautiful semblance of creation
only free when infinity extends an open hand
we gracefully bend submitting to the wind
ever escalating the highest life and limb
gales roll in and away
drifting wide and floating astray
iridescence is indescribable yet defines
the sky as she decides a color
her choice always a brilliant contrasting horizon
grandiloquent patterns push to lavish design
extending to no less than the highest point
contours of jewels and soft silky edges
expand in the flourishing demand
moving on in an elaborate showdown
illumination has changed direction
mist is abundantly clear
looting and diverting a moon’s glow
enhancing the sky’s light with spectrum’s of sight
diamonds in the sky
these silhouettes fall into a slow embrace
obscurity celebrates movement
with this final chance in a dance
abstract is an overachiever here
endlessly molding a new shape
a familiar sight replaces the mirage
swarming the moonlight to be still
to see the secret inside a shimmer
the very heart of all things  
where a reminiscent choral sound
rhapsodies pure aesthetic
calls you to a sublime slumber
magnificent claims this place of illusion
a majestic showing of dreams and nightmares
more is all we need
patiently we await the kiss from bliss
her touch behind the eyes
opens up the skies
for an Ethereality


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

I know    
I tell you this instant
I am under surveillance  
my life is being recorded indefinite
every movement
private or ordinary
including this moment
every event
big or insignificant
without my consent
there is no instant
when i am alone
only deep thoughts I no longer own
I am sure
I feel their stare
every hour they dare
can't you hear
the transmissions and communication
that high supersonic pollution
sending a command to their camera the observer
sometimes it’s near and sometimes it’s somewhere further
then I hear them, their inside the interior
I cannot explain
tell you when it came
how I missed them inside
but you now they always hide
what is sharp and clear
is the camera they put in here
right there in the Magnavox television
an ordinary TV became their mission
of course it still works with normal precision
no matter what action I take
it’s now in an unbreakable state
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
don’t look at me in that STUPID unbelievable way
you can’t conceive why
I won't just leave and be free
as much as I hate the show they see
I would rearrange the furniture down to the mantel
or even change the channel
to leave through the front door is not possible
the problems that it will intelle
outside, your crazy it's just short of suicidal
don’t you understand they are watching every intention
each direction
to plan and abandon
a walk out the door would terrorize
  I would be seen by all the eyes
the eyes in the sky
    you can't deny the satellites
catching everything like it's their right
dominating the outside day and night
pointed directly at My hidden front door
don't get me started on the store’s
once the night is in its darkest hour
I have tried to leave regardless their power
walk right out no longer the coward
that is what all the plans are for
I must make it out all my thought’s implore
I extend my hand and keep my eyes on the floor
holding the **** I begin the chore
then as if it were a signal
yes!! a secret signal
something Tucked deep inside to conceal
a dangerous secret
like a man in the shadows wearing the blackest hat
he conceals all the private things from my closet
the phone rings before I can even see the welcome mat
on a stunned level
It's always the same devil
I am obliged to acknowledge the scoundrel
we are immersed in his timing
an old move that is still so very cunning
a silence oh so staggering
my fear disorienting
they are listening
I pick up the phone
ignoring the radio source  
a land line of course
never touch a cellular they are the worst
the G P S will never let you go
cashiers at all the supermarkets will have a window
Strange ladies at the grocer
will be calling me by the name only I know
frozen with fear
the Receiver is on my ear
there is no one there
it's always the same dreaded silence
the attempt to scare me in alliance
must they listening for every performance
I know
it's them again
in here and on the other end
I am telling you I know and it's evident
they are recording my every movement
I am under surveillance
   I know

   Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

I am a hypocrisy twisting turning from wrong to right
lunacy identifies and claims me while in plain sight
black and white define my movement, I am
                        Renegade

the home I left is shaken, a snow globe scattered soft
one more piece set free in the fragments that remain
anger crushing calling to jump off the edge, I am
                           Fury

already deemed a lost cause repeat offender at large
a choir of innocence sings my deception
one last measure for retrospect I confess, I am
                        Suspect

my denial is the promise of bliss, a glimpse into oblivion’s empire, the fall of the mighty is overkill and gets me nowhere
survival is the fuel to my star’s fire, brighter than ever, I am
                        Conviction

an unexpected gift, don't you see your betrayal set me free
daydreams of black wings and letters full of lies
the pieces taken for prison are replaced with tenacity
                    I am, Sheer-Terror

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

I played Russian Roulette today
The trigger felt amazing
Your shadow stopped me
I felt complete
To destroy you
Instead

Just like when you say Baby
And smile bright
Like a circus light
I love you
Instead

I planned your Demise today
The trigger felt amazing
My shadow stopped me
I felt complete
To destroy myself
Instead

Just like when I say Baby
And lie in spite
This is my right
That I love you
Instead

I had a Blade made just for two Today
The look and feel is amazing
There will be no shadows in this foreplay
I felt complete
To destroy Us
Instead

Just like when we say Baby
Turning in that perfect Circle
Like a Merry go round
That I perfectly hate you
Instead



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

depravities light
summons the night
bringing darkness down
pushing from inside
a glimpse in the dark
covers the spark
steals your breath
circles profound
sight unseen
falls at your feet
bends to the knee
begins to crawl
learns to seethe
closes the eyes
subtle to bound
drive a fear beside
the pull of a string

a shortcut in madness
takes the first step
the foggy deceit
is the visible leap
the catch is the plea
a moments release
lost to the world
captured and free
steps up
takes a swing
hits high above
jumps to and from
hand to hand and back again
steals to keep
slides straight home
crossing before you can find
left it all behind

blinded bright
framed for headlights
subtle and found
urges homeward bound
a vivid memory
versus a rhyme
turns about
in the face of time
reality bleeds
tucked in between
unravelling dreams
blown about longings
misplaced in haste
fated against obscure limbs
move about in shadows
the interfering trees
dance with the wind

a flowers stem
bent for will
begging ever still
to touch with a reach
the small outline in distress
begs a lingering caress
holding true a belief to redeem
something far and in between
caught inside a raging stream
whispers rushing the ear
building into screams
howls from the deep
to the bellow of a beast
calling for misery
to hope and hide
follow side by side
drag a thing to bury
drawing breath for fury



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

sleep is the dream
projection holds entirely to this belief
that hope is a place to be seen
though miles gained while the ideal slept
a peace of mind reaches safety
forgotten for the lie that is me
a stubborn truth covered in blankets
tossed while the rinse was final
the illusion of living charmed for real
below the cut of hammered steel
fearless is the lack of will to conceal
a wish is simply a slight pull of the wheel
sleep walking my sorrow still
beyond this memory or this dream
left in a place far and in between
heaven and hell
                

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

freewill seduces the hand of our action
one eye amused by the world in a spin
another keeps time in a rival trend
dishonorable power feeds a beggars need
moving pieces and pawns for ruthless destruction  
the king's pleasure caters misery’s reception
creation a cascading opus of small scraps
the descent of humanity in disarray
we cling to the rule of thumb
the blind will lead the dumb
a hunt astute with catch and release
hope has never worked so hard for the foolish
the sport of chance completes the wish for peace
stalking tyranny to her infinite sleep  
the bigger picture keeps us guessing shapes in the sky  
holding tight the hand of freedom as we weep


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

menacing black silhouette occupant of doom
silently working a slow venom bloom
deliberate struts on a stretch of silk string
pin point needles work threads to cling
long elegant strands tethered for a crossing

woven rows of windows
lies kept inside silk blinds in tow
ominous, outlaw perched beside terror
another victim caught in a sticky horror
courage moves fear a step closer to capture

intricate weave of warfare
the snare into hopeless surrender
thralled by the looming ferocious creature
simply spinning reflex into smother  
the insidious view of a spider
                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                          Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

a shot in the dark
a flash in the sky
the sound of thunder gives its reply
mother nature, instills no fear here
the enemy, and sorted beasts appear
slinking, stalking, moving precise and near
    we lay our heads in a monster’s care
    holding close to Michael’s prayer
the stars emphasize sincere
a twinkle and the constant shimmer
we embark in the fall of silent wonder  
beneath the surface of our dreams
back and forth
the luster of softness begins to weave
a song of hope and a day of peace
the guiding vision, life’s reminisce
inspires the bright, in a lunar rise
together we aspire, to fly starry skies
  embracing a light to shine
   the glow of a wish rendered divine


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the perfect winter day
the house is warm, the fireplace a blaze
dinner simmering on the stove
a meal that will warm to the bone
my homemade Irish stew is perfect
for cold winter days and poisoning
you never finished the first bowl
that's when it hit you hard
my combines, the realization
that I disguised your demise
in a bowl of Irish stew
in the first stages you were surprised
not understanding what this is about
why I would **** you
I sat calmly watching you suffer
it is only fair at this point
waiting for the man I knew
you began to demand that I help you
to stop it, to fix it, to take it all away
and then the monster entered
reaching, sweeping and grabbing for me
you were getting slow and sloppy
I was prepared for this moment
you are done dealing out pain
we are down to seconds
you were doubled over in anguish
tears real tears to seal the deal
and now you are dead  
I like you better this way
back to the perfect winter day
there is always such a mess
with home cooking  


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

The light no longer exist
Only the dark and darkness is all I see
Deep in this under tow or psychotic shade
I sit with the obscurity that wicked made
to what end
Overlooked by veil or disguise
a spotlight in reprise

this ominous dark curtain drop
far beyond center stage a place marked X
from the blue sky's to my demise
his place is not hell this is dead in denial
late for the reaper and one last kiss
a dull sinkhole short of the abyss
writing in my head a plot and  a twist
the unreliable and suicidal list

darkness steps inside
devouring every nerve I hide
a paralyzing strangle
pressure from every angle
suppressed screams die within  
this predator's dream land
breathing escapes me
Movement leaves
against a constrictions reach
speech betrays again
sounds intense and stunning
listening still
the last melody hitting my ear
the breaking of bones
my shattering frame
  I did not recognize agony's
hiss and surrender

a soft vibration begins to rattle
a growl that began slow
made for the roar of a battle
Deafening
to the Echo inside my head
a sensation of hot water
dripping hot rain
Saliva running off huge fangs
waiting the command
a Bite deep in flesh
again and again

deep in the dark I've been set free  
piece by piece as a hunger feeds
a virtual force indeed
I suddenly see
behind the creature's eyes, my eyes
monstrous vision
to prey with Precision
darkness is everywhere
that's where I will be

I am the face screaming beneath a crack in the Ice
I am the scratch at the surface of you scared pale white
I am the movement in the dark you cannot see
I am the shine in a child’s smile while hiding a knife
I am Still alive, soaked in black and I am not alone
I am coming to tuck you in your bed
bless you with my kiss
to the sound of breaking bones




            Terry D’Arcy Ryan

turning inside a cage
despair barters hope to seethe
wraith's beating fists heavy beneath
vicious growls a threat of means
the ominous promise to break free
baleful sounds from your fiend
inspire violent screams
jaded eyes weep for time to see
depravity’s push to crawl and seek
momentum winding tight to a need
sparks fly for rage to breath
a lust to hunt crouches discreet
the hunger for fury no longer sleeps
despair barters hope to seethe
turning inside a cage


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

air bends against my body
touching willows in the wind
the stream curves below
drifting above then pulls back again
constant movement a weave to a thread
shades of white and grey expand
faces inside are tempted and hide
divine right shines the sense bright
dark sky chanters herald in melodic design

human limitations sleep quietly
perched inside
exposed by an unkind light
waking truth and departure from flight
joined with fallen others lost in descent
our plea a mere bellow in the darkest midnight
a vision of disappearing sights
leaving alone the moon to it's glow
fallen others before us behold
lighting a land of green with gold

countless stars dismount and bend in honor
stardust falls like snow lighting the road
this noble salute from heaven emulates for evil or good
mesmerized is holding flight as a mystery told
pulling undone this true right of second nature
it is the prize deep inside or a map to a treasure
falling further to find
a world stacked sky high in decline
the dark executioner waiting times unwind
complete with sweets from a demon queen
ruler of vengeance and anger
mere weapons for hire
aimed to rob the earth of color

we fall whispers of a feather seeking prayer
reaching for the key to grace's door
blinded by tales of heavenly desire
and our tricky devil living under the floor


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

running with the wild things
racing ahead of shadows
claims from the sunshine
speckle lightly on the face

faster than her own feet
tripping a surface courageous
arm's length from disaster
always tugging at loose strings

nature’s constant movement
receives the fearless, little outlaw
landing soft at the top of a hill
intently picking flowers

chosen and counted
maintaining links for a chain
plucking only yellows and white
colors that shine in the night

skipping petals drowned scarlet red
blood from a heart broken
better off dead
I collided with the words
spoken as a child

all around her flowers bloom
this heart so strong in rebel spirit  
love will never stay long or abide
in a thing so wild

humbled forever by the moment
blinded by her crown
silenced with the presence
treasures hidden and found

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a mindful watch

lounges immanence

simple measure

across the diamond sky

stars fall

remarkable moves

visible light

blinding silent

narration is the shimmer

impressions exhibit

touch battered and savage




Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

she laughs sometimes
as I look in her eyes
bright like the sunlight
I keep my disguise

her garden produces
upon command
turning the land  
I dig with her hands

we  bide side by side
holding tight seeds that are me
love and hate are buried here
pushing flowers sweet

  water drops splatter
a storm at our fingertips
these tears are hers
she asked me for this

there in the garden
we sat without blame
season's of wonder fade their color
life's marrow remains

she laughs sometimes
      as I look in her eyes      
bright like the sunlight
I keep my disguise




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

I can not give away this Image
engraved in my vision
as I stood
beside giants while hidden

mighty titans
the picture
the trees that hid me
in the shadows
like a villain

thrown together in the moment
I looked high
into the sky
had to cover my eyes
  extend my hand for an introduction

my gesture sat unmoved,
unworthy
the trees remain solemn

absurd, how troubling it would be
if a Tree answered me
as a friend
to attend a function

crazy as it seems
the perfect witness is a tree
to keep a secret
an alliance unspoken


A maze of roots
tangled the soil
twisting,
turning,
almost impossible to follow
to my feet
to a connection  

in the privacy of the trees
I saw you first
you were carving
the heart of another

a betrayed tree
wore the scarred heart  
amber in color
like old blood no longer red

I found you there
like all the tears
that do not fall
instead I am drowning in my head

the knife
came from your pocket
  you were kissing me
taking me to a place unexpected

With precision our letters
appeared in the center
of the tree,
of the heart,
of the past

pride, walked me along the path
to the trees,
to the heart,
to you,
to the sharpest of knives
I keep in your chest

time has slipped away
no forward,
no back,
no simply,
left me in trespass

my titan trees
did not protest
the screams
the blood
that still run
along the roots
twisting the turns
from you to me at last


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

I know love
it is never that sure of a ring
forever sparkles just underneath
leftover remnants for the winds bending
a battered laundry list
tired wishes flow oh so effortlessly
leaving the believe to the lie
deep Inside every happy ending
boldly aiming over the rainbow
for any galaxy far, far away
looking wide for a recognized set place
daydreams cranked straight through the easy bake
hit and missed the upcoming inception
striking a blindfolded target
disarmed in a charming
play by play

I know love
the endeavored sweet
rinse and repeat, to what end
write on the box happily ever after “not included”
the colors of the rainbow
the brightest star from afar
blinded in their own beauty
a shine almost gold for the rival
emptied trophies still heavy in truth
guarding first base
instead of making cherry cake
another day plays it closer to safe
everything is a new surrender

I know love
it wraps me in need of grace
it watches with eyes, that are mine
it reaches places I can never climb
it is the tiny hands
the sea of branches stretched to me, the sun
gripping these palms to no means
always holding tight that ticket
to alive


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the thing that remains

beside your ring

the perfect pitch walks across skin

pursues kept emotion

crouching, advancing, staying alive

climbing the high dive

barred from the top pier

hammered wings flutter

a tiger pacing the floor

higher ground is one room over

still a step down is the lure

regrets keep the watch on forever

every shut of the door a betrayal

beyond sight leads to denial

hoping away and all the while

missing the idea

mile upon mile

hand on the dial

switching the channel

the nick of time to enamored

another color ready to dazzle

bliss knows no secret

still the smallest impair

tight against the inner ear

that is your fear

thread and woven to follow

the forged end of a needle

keeping a clock down to the chime

trapped in the sound of a whisper

beneath the threshold of a promise

quickly measured for sacrifice

sorrow swings a rope despite

the subtle slip of a knife

a seamless wreckage haste

night becomes today

and the thing that remains



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a warning shot
triggers the clock
heads turn to every second
enters the flip of a magnet

a distinction to please
entropy finds a seat
takes the rein
broken strings gathered neat

provokes an impulse
the overture tumbles
pushes a soft warm breeze
leans in with an ease
steals the air I breathe
holds the key


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

the very Earth beneath
shakes and trembles
at my feet
horizons break
desert meets Sky

there is no escape
from the *******
always taking and creating
these rapes and shakes
to what end

my eyes dart and wander
like a bird
broken and lost
searching for something familiar
in the land and the frost

the hint of a life past
cannot touch this realm
standing in the shadows
I heard my voice
"welcome to paradise"



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

a perfect balance struggles neat
slow reaches step to please
the silky flow follows a rhythm
life moving below at a steady hum
each breathe taken
manuever sways
stills the swing of a string
swiftly shredding ribbons beneath
the highwire means to an end


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

the reticent stance
****** and silenced
exploited beyond a stranger provoked
labeled with a gaze from the heavens above
beautiful lifeless seduction
a posture of unselfish significance
cradling irreparable breaks
these fractures lay across the surface in reach
weaving into veins
running transparent
in the face of grace

perpetual standing ornament
earned years of gold and graying color
instilling times ruthless design
sympathy unwinds for blood left behind
the feel of separation with every piece taken
in waters that rage vast
her reflection cast
solid stone ruling sublime
rich and rough against a surface
striking hard and reckless
to a solidified center

twilight calls a land to order
prompting a dark curtain to call
and thoughts of a prayer for the mortal
all of which she can and cannot hear
like the sound of thunder distinct and eerie
with a hammer and chisel
breathes the sculptor of bone and matter
broken battered figurine clatter
turning a grave into impressions of control
mercy has no hands here
to Hold her sorrow still
magnificent and well defined stone
imprison her soul

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

caught in the struggle to shine bright
upon the barred ledge
glass slats between the eyes of an iron mask
cut the shapes for new streams of light
twilight unites
these constant rivals in luminescence


surviving the mystery inside stillness
hypocrisies silhouette creating the ties that confine
inseparable unseen companion
the keeper of time
introduces in a constant whisper
a plea for rage to hinder and blind
the simplest answer casts across dark severed lines


shadows take a bow, urging a curtain call
dark dominates over a phantoms trail
dragging the images of reminisce
hope tumbles and stumbles  
the resemblance of leaves in descent
tossing with the winds erie kiss
ever adrift in the never of nothing at all


moonlights soft glow
roam a cemented showcase of slivers
thinly threaded beams of silk aspire
motion’s constant weave and web
turning a glimpse into a chain of clarity
crawling beneath an imposing despair
resisting the trade of insight for obscurity


I own this place hidden from shine
perched beside shadows design
inspired by a flicker to dodge and climb
beholding to the feel within a promise
steadily reaching for the light inside
to clear this barred ledge

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan