A Sign

Here is a sign.

Make what you will of it.
Take what you will.

I shall pretend as if
nothing was ever said;
and you, have never heard
nor read nor seen nor smelt.

With this I give meaning
to a blank page, a yellow wall;
With this I breathe life into
my wings and fly tall.

With this I add colour to
a glass of water bland;
With this I create of the
water another land.

The world will roll on, nothing
has changed. Yet we know
that something has changed.
There was no fire, yet it burns.

Said, unsaid; between the eyes,
passed in glances; like a sigh.
You may have heard it, it was
not the wind: it was a sign.