“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell
Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Through the Looking Glass
Sunrise or sunset
High up for a reset
Destination, unknown
Flying, to a different zone
A new year
New destinations
There is no fear
Only new sensations
Staring out the window
Reflections of the past and now
Mirrored in the looking glass
Knowing only, time will pass
New year
New hopes
Prepaired on full gear
Despite the slippery slopes
“The sky is endless, stretching to the horizon and beyond, going on, forever“ Gun Roswell
Somewhere high up, hanging on the clouds
Seated, on the side of the window
En route to somewhere different that much I know
Hopefully a place nice and slightly warm
Destination?
Still, very much unknown
At least for the duration
But that does not matter, as there is no hesitation
As the journey, is the one interesting
Not the location itself reached less so
It might just be a sandy and sunny beach
Then again
It just might be a slippery snowy slope
Whatever the end location is
Does not matter as long as this
Bliss of being up here
Amongst the fluffy clouds
Amongst the brightly lit stars
Even the thin line of a horizon
Sun setting and soon again arising
Even the stars above laugh
Can be seen if there is enough
Darkness around the very vessel
Having set its “sails” out of suggestion
Towards the foreign land somewhere ahead
And so, there I sit like the others few
Admiring the many similar views
From the best seat on the craft
Hoping this trip will a while longer last
Because I am loving this, having a total blast
“Ain’t nothing better, than a little sun peaking through the thick cover of clouds in the middle of a rainy day” Gun Roswell
Sunshine during a cloud day
The foggy day, much to everyone’s dismay, was getting the mood all down, leaving nothing more behind than sad looking frowns.
It was by design as the greyish day, was there to slay, at least the people there, walking down below in much dismay.
Such is nature, always on the lookout to harm anyone who dares, to harm it first, and so, you get the gist of why all the foggish mist!
But, then, a hope of something appeared, right there from the cracks of the feared, ominous clouds over and beyond.
Before any of us could respond, with a cheer of some sort, it was all but gone!
Such is the power of nature, after all!
Posted in the Daily Post
“Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.” Ursula K. Le Guin
Early Morning on a Saturday
Too early
Airport calling
Surely
You wouldn’t want to
Miss the flight
It took so long
And one
Sleepless night
To get there
Where ever
You now wanted
To go
Breathe in
Breathe out
Let the morning air
Cool and thin
Hitting your skin
Clear all doubt
For soon
Sea and sun
Will replace
The mundane
And it’s not even
A Monday!
Get the pun?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
