Wanderer

In the event of that morning The allures of the luring lulling yellows rays A caress of the beam that lit lucid I was not another day So it was in a ponder and wonder A day dragged into a trap of make Such a rare feel it was A faint distant thought did flicker A nag? A tickle? Piercing prod mind wade It came like a trod trotting horse invade conquer A rare weird thought did deem Triggered into a stagger Breaking abruptly as it had started It was the garment touch feelin’ And that what I was thinking then A friend like a garment can be And so in the feel woolly wholly perhaps Or like a lulling sun beam when sky is yellow Whichever that rides toll rule In a muse like a deem Let loose flood existent domain maim That a friend is only but a friend in rule And if that the footprint consistent pasted Somewhere on a bough Or a pretence of an Isenberg atop The vision of an eagle fix in time stream in replay There below waylay a track of moments and events rehearse intent Many paths culminating into one A mouth of a river a hub so say Here like one on a bough bow lay There are a million and one clips in play Atop this anthill is a diversion into me An intermittent printing on this plane of being Comes to me prints of history Coming into me I am coming into my self All this point to me the past in making The bricks in time lay Not in haste retrieve past memoirs cherish But a muse in nostalgia marvel The life that is and becoming...