SIGNS

The signboard 
on my heart- 
Stop.
Restricted Entry. 
Even though you can't see 
the one in residence,
He's out for some 
pondering on his pensiveness. 
But look out for the signs 
of his presence, 
The exploding stars, 
Fragrance of the heavens. 
Smiles strewn about, 
Dreams floating by, 
Pain packed away, 
Joys straining to fly. 
Look at the signs 
then turn smilingly away, 
'Cause the heart, it’s not free 
just awaiting.... destiny's call everyday! 

- Mistletoe in the month of May!! 

MS