ONE DAY

One day,

You will go to a place

And I will not be there.

You will sit alone

On an old bench,

Under the umbrella

Of a beautiful Spring

But only the thoughts of me

Shall give you company.

Suddenly,

Tears may come down

All over your weary face

While thinking perhaps

Of what went wrong

Between us.

You, still stubborn,

refusing to acknowledge

My imperfection

And so yours!

Now, time passing by

Rapidly

And feeling a cruel Winter

In the middle of a Summer

In my absence.

Nothing remains

To be said

By now healed heart

But “Thank you for

Passing through

My life”

I must confess

That with you,

I learned to love

And also to suffer

But I survived.

I grew up

And moved on!

Thank you love!

Romeo Della Valle

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New York City

The sound is one
And the word is one,
Then, word and sound
Soon become one.
Each sound has its own word
And each word has
Its own sound.

If you know the sound,
You know the word
And if you know one
Then you know the other!

Knowing is one,
The knowinger is one,
To know is one,
One knows and speaks
When one sound
Calls its own word
And the word responds
To the calling of the sound!
Now, there is not answer
But one!

Romeo Della Valle
(c)All rights reserved-2013
New York City

GOOD vs EVIL

(In memory of those fallen in the Boston's Marathon-re-posted)

Was it somewhere in my early youth
That my heart disclosed this later truth?
When-where-with whom I belong,
Shadows-show me how I went wrong!
Why so near is farthest apart
And time so dear
Mocks real effort! ...

Remember me! Remember me!
For we have not yet
Answered each other souls,
Uncaptured, dare be lighter
And just hearts find a brighter star,
Hesitating wings seeking your flight
Away from scorn
And sight tarnished life! ..

Now, lest fear shall have me flutter,
Stripping myself of childhood shelter
In some unknown but worthy way,
I return to life's array!
Welcome me in-friend or lover
And hear this message,
As muted as thunder! ...

I, too, have sinned,
I, too, have burned!
This is the afterward-soul discerned,
When conscience does a flame ignite
And reduce to ash
Our acts of plight!
Behind a cloud of smoke,
I leave now, a spirit uncloaked!
Good vs evil!

Romeo Della Valle
New York City
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                                                                            Welcome to My Heart!

Just when my life
Was about to collapse,
Drown in an ocean of pain
And desperation,
You happened to come to me
Wearing the perfume
Only found in the flowers
Of my colorful garden…

You have come to me,
Not too late
But just in time
When I needed you the most!
As I expected you to,
As I painted you in my mind
And saw you
In my peaceful dreams!

No more finding parts of you
Scattered all over the world,
Now, you have finally
Come to me as a whole!
Here is my now healed heart,
Newly painted and decorated
And ready for your expected arrival!

Convinced I am
That the search is over
And nothing will stop me
From telling you loud and clear:
“Welcome to My Heart my dear”

Romeo Della Valle
©All rights reserved-2013
New York City

Silent, dark and cold I am
To the outside that knows not
The glow within my shell
Trembling with a secret
And the immortal self,
My interior self...

I spill over sometimes
Or leave gate ajar
And feel you peeping in
To my world-less garden
Where I keep my flowers
In vast array and alive...

I water them far and wide
As often as I like,
The smell and feel of them
Refresh my heart and mind
With joy and pleasure
That 's always genuine...

Here lives the beating heart,
Scented with emotion
That breathes the freshest air
With tender persuasion,
The flowers bloom most fair,
Peacefully and delicately...

Everything seemed magically arranged,
The flowers enjoying the refreshing dew
And the bright day
Making the Spring be felt
But something is absolutely missing:
The smile and presence of you
To make the whole day
Complete and pleasing!

Romeo Della Valle
(c)All rights reserved-2012
New York City

If you were not moon,
what could I say of nights ?

Then a cloud near the moon
Would have suffered
A slight wound...
That cloud would be me
As you should know!

Romeo Della valle
(c) All rights reserved-2013
New York City

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 same...

Poetry man or private eyes?
Staring like a statue nowhere
As if some other were inside
Beguiling attention elsewhere...

I am an image distorted
By a mirror wrinkled by time
Leaning and yet unsupported
And the walls that crumbled were mine...

You, always in my company
More of an illusion, unseen,
Appears not as reality
But as a suggestive power deems...

There is not such transparency
Pervaded by speculation
Just the range of intimacy
Informs a close introspection...

Romeo Della Valle
(c) All rights reserved-2013
New York City

PLEASURE

Under the blanket
Of a summer night
Hypnotized by the moon's light
And possessed by the ocean's breeze
Above, a jealous bird flying free
While below two souls
Emerged into one body
Giving explanation to nobody...
My starving and shaking hands
Voraciously redrawing
Your body in the sand
With plenty of passion and lust..
Here, I am with the woman I thought lost
Finally together without pressure
Captivated by the magic of pleasure,
And joyfully lost in another dimension...
Breaking all the rules without exception...

Romeo Della Valle
(c)All rights reserved-2013
New York City

LOCKED IN MY DREAM

If anyone should ask
Tell them I can be found
Locked in my dream
Hugging and kissing you
Passionately...
Completely possessed
By love and courage,
Knowledge, tenderness and bliss...
I cannot blame myself
For madly falling in love with you,
But God for making you so beautiful
And putting you in my way...
Woman of my dream
The Angel behind the Violin,
One day we meet again,
But transformed as a human being,
Meanwhile I just wait...

Romeo Della Valle
(c)All Rights Reserved-2013
New York city