Is This a Sign?

dakota-frandsen Poems

I spend my days waiting for a call to the beings of the night Beings that are thought to be of only tale Beings of dream Beings of imagination As I wander the path ahead Listening to the whispers of shadows around On occasion my eyes tend to wander around Like lost travelers finding the trail back home Only to see that the comforts of home have followed A parent of parent A old watcher Old friends Old lovers and even A schoolyard crush or two Bringing the memories shared along Reminding me Of the struggle, the tears, the fires that I fought The laughter, the dance, and play I cherished The kisses blinding me to a dead end Everywhere I go I see a glimpse of those I left behind Is this a sign? All of these faces aged a little more then memories sake In a new light as I realize that their reasons are to admire Admire the path I taken, as it was a path they observed Is this a sign? Undoubtly I feel eased at what I see As all I can remember was the ease of heart when I would see They knew it too Is this a sign? If so, where is it pointing?