She Wants To Come Back

Here it is-the past coming back Trying to repossess all my life again From day to day each piece reclaiming The building blocks of my life And with that, the desire for prosperity Nurtured in the long intervals between maturity and The absences before death... Love songs fly forward at me Lush on winged melodies Splashing a distilling night With the wine of afterlife And orbs of countless sunsets counting on Seize from my eyes the ebbing dawn Whose un-shed tears Lap mutely on the shore... With the unique part voided out, My identity, too, has been crossed out No name or family is here exposed Beating down the doors of love With false sentiment- the hunted are we Who flee from the war To believe in the real thing.... Romeo Della Valle (c) A rights reserved-2010 New York City