Poetry Man

Words-stringed together in rhyme, Simple melodies I've played or strings pulled from my own mind, I see them again, Behind the white-lined blackness Of tomorrow's time... Delineated by days and hours And each remaining Between two ends of a page, Then, there is a beginning again, A fresher place to play An old tune refined... As if I never heard before And breaking through the barrier, I resolved to try once more To regain the reason For believing in today again, A purpose that seemed secure Only yesterday! Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2010 New York City