“Sometimes, even the shadow of oneself is blue.” Gun Roswell
Maybe I am blue
Because of winter
Quite the opposite
Of pure white
“The Mid-week blues is once again going around” Gun Roswell
Early morning
The day still dawning
I am yawning
Too damned early
For any kind of bird
And even for the worm
Back to sleep is not an option
Better prepare a caffeine concoction
To get my gear up and running
Too dark, too cold
Winter day, well, I’m not sold
Stepping out feeling bold
But the it hits me
Like a wall there be
Cold air cannot breathe
Running to the car
But cannot get too far
Now i figure this wasn’t smart
Everything is frozen solid
This is certainly no time to frolic
Running inside in a panic
Today is a day best spent indoors
Closing all shutters and doors
Maybe a warm fire will settle the score
Minus twenty seven degrees
Will make you sneeze
In your footsteps to freeze
And wish for those hot summer days
Which just a few months ago left you in dismay
Now wishing they would have stayed
Weather, can’t beat it, ever!
“Nature reflecting my state of mind, just please, be kind!” Gun Roswell
Blue, the colour of nature
Frozen in a moment, the eternal torment
What’s happening in my mind
“Looks gorgeous doesn’t it, even if it is all blue.” Gun Roswell

Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my sad blues, unfortunately failing, now continued sailing away, in the blue, as it seems to be eternal, for us, chosen few.

“Romantic, or just absolutely fantastic, when on a boat ride at low tide, during the setting sun” Gun Roswell
Boat ride on a low tide
On a river, the wind making me quiver
But only slightly, as I am still smiling
My best person at my very side
And the setting sun, painting the skies
This moment certainly could not get any better
The slow hum of the vessel’s engines
Serving as music of the angels
For the small group of travellers
Who had been lucky to get a ride
Across the dark and mystical river
At the end of a perfect day full of adventure
Soon it would be totally dark
Only light to guide our path would be the stars
But for now, the show by the sun
Was the utmost and complete fun
And the promised dinner at a local haunt
Was soon becoming in full view at the front
Steering the vessel to the end of a short pier
Even in the darkened night there was nothing to fear
The laughter of al the passengers sharing a joke
Filling the night air, by the time of dock
Debarking the small boat and a short walk later
Seated at the restaurant, with drinks and food on plater
The perfect night, with perfect company to spend
Life as I know it could not get better, until eventually
l this all has to end

“Feeling all kinds of ways…” Gun Roswell
Blue in monochrome
That moment of blue soon to descend
When the sun on the sea finally lands
Having been watching, waiting, hoping
Only for the darkness and the blues
The blues in so many coloured hues
Upon the small me to blend

“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell
Blue in complete motion
The ocean, turned to a cool blue
As if deriving it from the sky’s hue
The sun was still shining
Us towards nature entwining
It was a perfect of blues for us few
Who had felt the presence of the colour
And then smelling its eternal odour
For our whole lives having been revolving around blue
And now it was once again beckoning
Us toward the total most reckoning
Being united with the blue
Now and forever feeling the true blue hues