An Image

Written by: Romeo Della Valle


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 

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 

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.....
Romeo Della Valle