An Image

Traveling by day and by night The shadow of a promise made Daring not to move within sight Behind and ahead of me, all the same... Poetry man or private eye? Staring like a statue nowhere As if some other were inside Beguiling attention elsewhere... I am an image distorted By a mirror wrinkled with time Leaning and yet unsupported And the walls that crumbled were mine... You, always in my company More of an illusion, unseen Appear not as reality But as suggestive power deems... There are no such transparency Pervaded by speculation Just the range of intimacy Informs a close introspection... COPY WRITE©2009