Signs

There are signs that may warn.

While some simply say, “Turn”.

Some signs are easy to read.

While others can mislead -

To go to a wrong place

Because somehow the face,

The eyes covet, is torn.

Which portends can one believe?

In dreams, simulations are confounding notes to learn.

While in the tea leaves, they might foretell

A curse in-wait or of fortunes to sell.

Signs can be hidden in plain sight

In the brightness of the sunlight.

Alas, the crosses along the road say: Aggrieve.

Read the sign; sign the line; don’t resign.

Life can turn on a twist or soar upon a yearn.

See what is there and sense what is coming.

Grasp hold the rudder; ride a storm’s warning.

The cave’s symbols tell of early plights of rhyme

As true as Einstein’s relative time -

Where paradox is the sign.

A place where stones mark a last conquest

The inscription explains, “Here lies the author in rest”.

And there too, are all his thoughts scattered in books

Found in libraries; and ancient stores; and in revered nooks.

A necropolis of dead poets and other rummies fame forgot;

A cemetery is a wonderful place for symbols of her -

Of Athena’s rules of knowledge that are conforms to digest.

Is the content merely fermented ignorance?

Once perceived true; imitations of menace and peace;

Redemptions promised in the old manuscripts – if, sins cease.

Woe! Consummation is the key to absorption and ease

Because heaven and hell are fantasy and chains to fate.  

The objects are beast and man set in murals mimicking life on a cave’s crease.

And the dancing shadows… 

                            signs of a sorcerer’s inference.