A day, then night

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“The darkness follows the light, well, most of times, except up here in the North, during summer. Now winter, well, that is a whole different story!” Gun Roswell

Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine
That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine
The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too
As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue
Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us
Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot
Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight
Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure
The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun
Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach
Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach
Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun
Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right
When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside
Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life

Luminous, they be

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“It’s like a phrase from a fantasy movie or similar, being luminous and all…. oh well, guess that one I did do and stole” Gun Roswell

Illuminated
Elated
Dedicated
Awaited

Luminous things of nature
In this frozen portraiture
Not just a summer’s feature
But living, breathing creatures

Fated
Sacred
Created
Illuminated

Two sets of light

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“The lights are on, both on the inside and the out, was there ever any doubt?“ Gun Roswell 

Two sets of light

The sun shine so bright, bringing in all that light, even to the darkest of corners of the dwellings deep on the inside.

But even if the sun is switched on, and shining quite strong, it just might be, that you will need some extra spice, and then turning on the electrical kind.

So now, you’ll have two lights, painting your day, one from the outside in and the other, well most likely only keeping score on the inside of the room you are staying.

What matters though, is the fact that the darkness is gone and you are able to move along, the daily chores waiting to be done, until the light is gone until another dawn.

Stand alone

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“Solemn, alone, in the middle of nowhere it glows, in the deepest of darkness, while in the daylight, a mere shadow remains“ Gun Roswell

Stand alone

For the safety of others, it never bothers to ask the why

Why it is standing there all alone

Alone in the day, alone in the middle of the night

The night so dark it will be the only light

Light for those looking for their very path

Path never ending, only time there to be spending

Spending all alone until the very ending

Ending cycle of being all alone

Alone at the end of the pier it stands

Stands always and forever, alone

Behind the shadows, light peeks 

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“The light will always prevail, no matter how dark it may just seem now.” Gun Roswell

Behind the shadows, light peeks 

The darkness descended all over the land, the time of year, someone retorted, but there was nothing better at hand, part from some artificial lights shining the way, even if it was in the middle of the day, as this phenomena was there for a while to stay.

But, there was really nowhere to stray, the path still clear, no matter night or day, the only difference, was the total darkness, having taken a hold of the northern part of the blue globe, aptly named, as Polar Nights, there was no manner of fight, to prevent it them from happening.

Having gotten used to this, seasonal trade, as in turn been given practically nightless nights in the middle of the summer times, for several months on end, only the light would there play, but now as it as late in the year, the seasonal celebration neat, the darkness was the one true constant.

And so, moving forward, day by day, as if slaves to the rhythm, apathy and frowns, taking over the once proud and smiling dwellers, like they were inside of a spell, but knowing this was only temporary, they moved on, out of spite to last over this, prolonged night, as light, would in the end prevail.

Night Signs

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“Even in the darkness of night, there is plenty of artificial light, the signs lit, to the hilt, lighting the path of the nightly wonderer” Gun Roswell

Night Signs

Don’t worry about not seeing real good, when the darkness descends, because when you hit the streets, driving, walking, cycling, which ever format you may prefer, the lights of the signs, are there, all colours, shapes and sizes, keeping your path lit up without fail.

But even if they look all cool and making the rest assured, that the traveller will never fail on their path, stepping properly, during each pass, the skies will remain darkened, hardly ever light in there, as even the moon, may be hiding, not behind shroud of clouds, but rather, behind all the light reflected, back into the stratosphere.

And so, as a reminder, with all the artificial light scattered across the place, it will never replace, those wonders of seeing all the stars and planets, flashing their longs since dimmed light from a galaxy far far away, onto our paths.

Shadows of light

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“The midday sun is once again, making is play around, casting curious figures in all the shadows across each and every surface” Gun Roswell

Shadows of light

The multitude of sun light, casting so many shadows again, in the warmth of the midday plight, painting tall shadows to each and every surface there is to find, tell tale signs of a surprise, left behind, those curious figures for the mere mortals to admire and to figure out the purpose, if any, what was left behind.

Light at the end of the very dark tunnel

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“Even in the darkest of moments, a slice of light will crack through” Gun Roswell

Light at the end of the very dark tunnel

The darkness long and harsh, without any redeeming parts
The land, the sky, the ocean once blue, painted in the same hue
Of greyish black, dark as the heart of the dwellers without a clue
On how to and this all and to get back into the ways of light
As despite, all their efforts to gather up some slice of the nice
And warming softly burning fiery light, there had not been any signs
Of the darkness letting on and so, trying to remain calm and strong
The dwellers patiently waited and kept on looking into the horizon
For any and all signs of the bringer of light to be anytime soon rising
There was a long time spent, just doing nothing special to relent
To the thoughts of never ever seeing the hope in the air
Yielding into to semi permeant despair, as all the things to repair
The missing life of the light had failed but there was one who dared
To hop and sit and stare, at the tunnel of darkness but seeing the end
And there, the very hope of light, and standing guard just in case
The light could be spared all through the tunnel and to all others
Simply waiting in strife, and perhaps tomorrow would bring it forth

Light and the Shadow

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“There is always a battle going on, between the light and the darkness, quite the cliche actually” Gun Roswell

Light and the Shadow

When the darkness finally withdrew
None of us, really knew
What might be lurking behind
The darkness, we now considered divine
But as the first sings of the new
Reflected through the clouds few
There was no questions asked
Only, a few in awe let out gasps
As the blinding rays of light
Struck us all with its powerful smite
All of us, stunned to the very core
Some, swooning to the nearest floor
It took some getting used to
But soon enough, all but a few
Had a new entity to worship on
And it it seemed, this one, was quite strong

Light after the polar night

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“There is always light at the end of the polar night” Gun Roswell

Light after the polar night

When, the total darkness descends
You’ll only thought, that there is no end
To the utter sad and soggy surrounding greyness
And, what ever happens during this time, you simply exist
The living reduced to much of a zombie like state
The cheerfulness gone, remaining only hate
For the light is completely gone
The sun and the moon, somewhere long
The cold weather a constant companion
But, there is no struggle left, as you learn to live with it
Calling it, pathetic, or a trait of the Nordic
Then, a flicker of hope, as a ray through it all pokes
The light, none too bright, but still, illiciting, a big smile
For a moment it stays, but leaving something in its wake
Maybe, there is light at the end of a long polar night, after all