Before the Arrival of the Fall

Between the muted walls Of the small space I call my own, I displace all my belongings, Before the arrival of the Fall, And change the picture of my home To resemble the colored world... Like an artist's palette: Green, yellow, red and sky's blue, All magical colors, Each playing an important role In my everyday mood... Even the shiny reflection of copper Touches my inner self, When in my fortress alone, I am totally secluded Before the arrival of the Fall... The human's heart Was designed beyond heaven's gate, Interior-like the soul, But made separate By self-possession and regret Of beauty less than infinite... Now here I am standing Clearly on a solid ground, Proudly having a mind of my own, Feeling real great, Nervously awaiting for The arrival of the Fall... Romeo Della Valle-NYC