the skyline holds time as shadows vanish
darkness claims the sunset like an avalanche
faint sounds from the passing of the sun
wake aging prophets
an old street shines like half a moon
stops signs and streetlights bend for recollection
illuminating the way back home
like feathers in the wind
I claim this place in memory's defense
taunting me, calling me, inspiring a visit
enlightened shortcuts of madness beg me to exist
winds reunite the path where I always kept watch
alive again and moved by the serenading locust
mother's whistle signals a last minute warning
Eager faces turn intent for the race that fly's us home
barefooted barely touching the asphalt
flying for the victor’s just reward
measured over and forever the chase to our front door
with a birds pace we keep foot to foot, over and again
yes we're here, ear to ear keeping the perfect pace
transcendent is this place
Indignant will begins the pretense
ignoring all exits
I am once more the Gatekeeper
miles mark our years endeared
life has dealt us hands separate and fatal
trailing again I let you win,
now you stand deep in my sight
catching your breath, to be claimed triumphant
all my senses dive in for the quench
as hope drops me like an anchor
every tingling nerve that is my existence
runs fated and bound
now you stand deep in my essence
assured by your eyes so alive
our giggles and stares
in an instant I become the intruder
found failing, time mocks and stalks me
I would give all right here and now
to hold your hand, warm with life
I become resistant and mighty as the Titan
sure to win by force or stride
I've counted insane these links in my chain
still destiny sentences you to remain
hand in hand I pull you close and life takes you back
this tradition, time demands
endless subtle calls
the voice I follow home
a last minute escape
possessing a map of this world
a place in time
where I find you alive

Terry D'Arcy-Ryan



Michael Gene Dorsey
May 21st, 1966 to April 11, 2011