“Riding into the sunset, it’s such a cliche, but looks cool in the pix at least!“ Gun Roswell
A long sunset ride into the night
The night falls and time stalls. The soft sand on the beach giving a perfect path for the hard hoofs to thread on making their impressions to last at least a moment before the waves hit the shores adding to the lore. The last rays of the sun trying to catch as moving towards the very west, but that is just the small part of this mission, into perfect bliss. Which we were told does truly exist. And this adventure is about finding out, whether it is the truth or not.
Riding well into the darkness, just as the stars are starting sparkling, feeling like royalty or at least some sort of leisure people. The ride going slow, with several of us in tow, but it’s just the flow of this ride of the night. Catching all those hidden treasures lurking in the dark shadows, as the ride continues towards the sacred meadows, the watery kind, hoping that one place of peace to find, at least on this calm night, where the winds have stopped blowing and totally now flowing with the universe, without reverse.
“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell
Wing side, high above the clouds
Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl But confident the next stop, will be the pop Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast
A moon presented itself above the dim light street It was only a crescent shape but still bright enough to see All the potholes and bumps of the road ahead When making a way towards the current homestead
When nearing the crossroads I spotted an ugly looking toad Large and loud it was making all kinds of sounds But as it got closer I realised it got even grosser
Turned out, it was a vehicle of some type A street bug of sorts, supposedly for the sports It’s headlights so bright I almost got a fright But managed to duck into cover, as I watched it away hover
Then all hell broke lose as several streams of light the night skies fumed A ufo or some kind of search light it was Making those surround me to really fuss
An invasion of a third kind? That’s all right, suites me just fine!
A very long and exhausting trip ahead Wishing you had stayed home instead Sitting at the airport cafeteria sipping coffee Wishing this time for something stronger in front of me
But alas nothing of that nature is served in this establishment Trying hard to figure out away from this torment
Then a small group of people pass me by In what looks like a conga line First reaction is to think they are really high But as the ask to join with a big smile
Who am i some fun to deny?
So, here I am doing the airport hustle And forgotten is all the other hassle!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 