Words and Reason

Words-stringed together in rhyme, Simple melodies I have played Or strings pulled from my own mind, I see them again Behind the white-lined blackness Of tomorrow's time... Delineated by day and hour And each remaining minute 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-NYC