Configuration Poem by T J Morgan

I remember our late night sessions,
sitting in the quiet room
We'd talk about the universe
sonnets, telekenesis and the moon
You showed me the curse
of self introspection and doubt
You showed me the wonders
of mysteries, legends and folk
Sparked off my curiosity
gave me that longing
the restlessness, the itch
and feeling of belonging.
We connected at those times
spirits unified, a common quest
debating, devouring, on into the night
Always pushing that little bit further
nurturing and moulding that young mind
I owe you your wisdom dear father
and remember? You promised, to leave me a sign.