signs, signs, everywhere signs

signalling things with
a word spoken, a dream
or wish selfishly broken
to my self, signs are
also non-verbal but
nonetheless re-
verberating,
rebounding,
abounding,
astounging,
standing under
mistle toe in
october is a
bit too needy
for some tastes
and yet there is
no sign that it's
not the thing to do
to make a new moment
feel like an old moment
without replacing the
original moment or
counterfitting
the moment
that is
to be
duplicated;
signs are
mass produced
and i can't help
picking them up
and reading them
and seeing that it's
30 miles to Beijing, as
well as other things as it
seems to ring true to me that
it is a sign above a sign that
rings true to me at the moment and
that sign isn't in english or even
written in words and yet it's a
sign that i see everyday,
pointing the way to
see what is happening
to me, a sign of the
relationship
times unspent,
unkempt, not kept
up to date or
personalized,
i try to see,
i try to try
i seem to say
it's too hard
and yet i find
i'm talking to
a reflection in
the mirrow alone -
the signs in the mirror
are reversed and sometimes
the opposite colors throw me
off and into something new, a
sign to start afresh, to smile
again, to not worry about tomorrow
even if it is to be worse - love
is a sign that something right
is happening - true love is
a sign in bright neon on
the highway of life
which we travel
on and on
wishing we
would never
reach our
destination,
enjoying the
signs along
the way rather
than the love that
will fade away one day.