Sunset Landing

“The plane boss, the plane!”

Sunset Landing

Late in the day, the sun setting, moon coming to play
But the last rays, gorgeous, in the tiny window displayed
Seated, with belts, waiting, patiently, for the inevitable
When the short landing strip, will be finally visible

Soon enough, the sign is up
The voice in the speaker, preparing this seeker
The journey, of a life time awaits
Can hardly in my seat or skin stay

A little time, after dark, after landing on the mark
Stepping out in to the great unknown, into the adventure bold
Friendly faces greeting, I am soon deep in
With warm, moist air on my skin, the pale moon light on the trail

It is time, to begin, living, again

Tableau

“What wonders lurk behind the walls?” Gun Roswell

Tableau

A painting hanging on the wall
A picture, from something before
An island in the middle of the sea
To this place, where I want to flee

Feet balanced, trying hard not to fall
As I am peeping through the heavy brick wall
Spotting, a peaceful existence, there in the distance
Painted so real, in front of me looks so real

I want there to get
If only these walls would me let
To live on the island so small
Seen, on this beautiful tableau

Shadow and Light

“More fun in the shadow, right?” Gun Roswell

Shadow and Light

What things lurk in the shadows rim
Evil or good, why don’t you go and take a look
Maybe you will like what you find
Maybe, there is something so fine
Or maybe, even something divine
It will make you want to live there for good
Even though you know, you really not should
The temptations whispered into your ear
As you enter the darkness without fear
Deep down you know it is so wrong
But you are determined and think you are that strong
Resisting the urge to stay
As you only come along for a short play
After a while, there is no more time
And maybe you feel just fine
Soon forgetting there ever was a light
But the nagging feeling, gives you fright
Starting a struggle to get away
But the light, is only on a small display
Nothing more than a tiny dot
As you remain sitting there, in your darkened spot

Seven Cats for Caturday (seven)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Nonchalant

I don’t care
If you sit there and stare
I don’t care
My time has no spare
I don’t care
I know I got the flare
I don’t care
For I am more important
Than anyone there

Elements

“Let’s get back to the basics” Gun Roswell

Elements

Cool turquoise waters under the scorching sun
The air as clear as blue, with a touch of fluff of white fun
The rocks and sand, together combine a mass of land
A touch of green, the grass purest you’ve ever seen

The smallest of atoms, forming some atolls
The colours blooming vivid, in the flowery livid
Sooner or later, masses start to form, into a uniform
Of sorts, for more solid beings, animals and humans, living

Until the palette is complete, then only, take a seat
And enjoy the tableau of it all, elements, creatures great and small
For without these elements, this place would be none
And soon enough, we would also loose, all the fun

Calm Seas for TBT

“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever”
Jacques Yves Cousteau

Calm Seas

A long walk behind me, legs giving up, trying, to get somewhere, where I can finally relax. Not one soul have I encountered for a long while, I did not even realize the time, just kept on walking, the only talking, was done to myself, by myself. Clueless, helpless, dragging myself forward, as more time passes by.

But then, something, a new odour, alerted my nose. Sniffing, thinking, this, is familiar. Something fresh like a breeze, maybe, with a touch of salt? I fasten my pace, walking towards the smell, my nose the only guide.

As I am walking, ney, half running towards the intoxicating smell, I can feel a cool breeze against my face. Sounds of what seems made by birds, fill my ears and get louder by the minute. Dare I hope this is what I think it is? Yes, it must be, and now, now I am running. Feeling the moistness in the wind, the sounds of waves crashing in.

Soon, I reach the end of my journey, standing, on the top of a cliff. Looking down, nothing but miles and miles of seashore. Sand and rock, blue ocean waves, birds a flocking in the distance. Fluffy white clouds, a little sunshine between them. The horizon blurred, with the sea and sky, blue on blue, in different hues. No one else has entered this paradise. It is almost undisturbed, as if no one else of this place has ever heard.

This, is the place, a place for me to finally sit down, and relax, enjoy myself, find myself. Heck, maybe I just settle down here, forever!

Pegasus (WWW) 3

“The winged horsy animal” Gun Roswell

Pegasus

A study in ancient history
Will reveal more secrets beyond the imaginary
For example a white horse

With wings spread across the
Eternal skies, as he high up there
Flies, working for the gods

Of the legends now coming
To life, in the present, as the
Tale of the white horse

Keeps going on for seekers
And other fans of history, look up
You may catch a glimpse

Of the marble wonder horse
Running, flapping, gliding, across the universe proudly
Flying, never stopping for anyone

Pegasus (WWW) 2

“The winged horsy animal” Gun Roswell

Pegasus

Olympian true and true as
A champion for Zeus, the white winged
Horse, carried his duties for

The kingdom without any remorse
A true hero and a legend, the
Horse named Pegasus, rides again

Pegasus (WWW) 1

“The winged horsy animal” Gun Roswell

Pegasus

The mighty white stallion with
Wings on his back, flying around in
Ancient times like a bird

Descended from gods, made of
Shiny marble, a true marble for both
Modern times and of history

Ride it no one dares
Tame it, it will give a scare
Alas, well he did not

Fare, in the end into
Heavens did he ascend, joining his brothers
And the rest of gods

Success, Failure, Courage, A quote a week Tuesday

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts”

Winston Churchill