Evermore And A Day Part 2 Poem by Michael WheelerWyatt

I can carry on with these words now – the rules are mine to make and break
It doesn’t matter when or how as my thoughts are free
The ideas and fashion that I predict are unique now and on the page are
formed for all to share

The information is all around and growing so fast
It fills the ether and the takes the waves to task
My conscious meaning is in my language I use
This allows me to share everything that I would normally loose

Can you hear the spontaneity in all that I say?
Please follow my language as I create a new way
Another direction as the words hinder me
Are you asking where will we go now that you can see?

I fleeting thought - where from I don’t know
Am I thinking this – or is my receiver broken as it’s tentacles reach out and grow
Is doesn’t matter I guess we could say lets see what happens and find the way
This group of words that grows as I speak
That started as evermore and a day
Will end up who knows lets wait and see
Are you intrigued – will you now come along to follow my way

Imagine if you will a summer’s day as you pilot a boat through a river with no current
The sites all around are nature’s signs as the herons fly
A lock up ahead – this will be your first
Which way do we point - can you remember the words
Of the old man in a holey sweater inn the boathouse earlier in the day

The diesel engine is throbbing as it tries to grip on the slippery water
Just the slightest touch on the wheel moves you along way over
Did we remember the suntan lotion as the how sun beats down?
On every exposed piece of skin that there is

The manicured gardens that so few see
Are the homes to the fluffy duckling and baby geese?
No mooring here – no mooring there
Like parking in the city – no one wants you there!

Your day is nearly up as you are bound by the time
Of the rental of this cruiser that will soon no longer be mine
The last bridge that asks for a shout and gives an echo in return
Is the marker that this is the end of our turn?

The memory is now yours of our adventure so fine
Please come with me again some other future time
Maybe we can sail the seven great sees
Now that we have tasted the sailing breeze!

Is it all that you want or is it all that you need?
As we end the adventure everyone can see
That now its all over – there is nothing left to see
Goodbye for another night - it was only me.

Maybe once again we will be
Together again - this is ever more you see

And when all things become as one then it will be shown that life is? ? ?