The moon in the background over there

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“The moon is always there, always present, always hanging there, in the background, day or night, it’s got its space covered, apparently “ Gun Roswell 

The moon in the background over there

The all mighty and powerful moon, some say, it was up there in the tall skies, way too soon, as it was only past afternoon, the skies still blue even if there had not been a sun up there for a while. But, there really were no complaints about it, as most dwellers really enjoyed seeing the always very mysterious and its magical dim light, shining more than bright on this day.

The secret though, is not that the moon will go, into hiding for any kind of show, sun, thunder or whatever is thrown upon the small planet and the living creatures below. As this hunk of rock hanging out there in space just above the blue globe it stays, it really never goes away! Hanging in hiding, in the background of the day and in the spotlight during the night, having its personal space all day long, even if the light is not that strong, as it really is not, even its very own, rather borrowed from the sun, and aint’ that all a great big pun!

Moonrise in the blue skies

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“The moon is on the rising, even if it is just afternoon, well, never mind, I am still smiling“ Gun Roswell

Moonrise in the blue skies

Playing peekaboo and hide and seek up there in the high skies, the moon was ready to rise even if the sun was still nowhere near its setting. But the moon did not mind, to share the space with one of its kind even if it was less brighter and much smaller than the big sister the sun. And even if it had been fun, running around circles in the great heavens, having hidden and peeking out every once in a while, certainly causing a huge big smile on the faces of those onlookers who had spotted the small size planetary object hovering there above them. Still, enjoying the sunshine, at least for a while longer as the time for the night was still beyond the horizon, the day dwellers, would soon turn into night time watchers, only waiting for the smaller kind to take its position up there in the high skies, even if for now, it was the time of the sun to shine and then, make a spectacle while setting for the night, but nothing compared the pale light of the moon, once it had taken its place in the night sky high above all else.

Tales of the moon 1

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“Rhyming tales of the moon is what I do” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 1

Long ago, the ancestors glared at the moon, worshiping it, during its full bloom. The object in the night skies, could never tell them lies, and so, it became their god. This went on, until several eons were gone, before the dawn, of the modern times were swiftly applied. And technology tried to explain away, the mystery and fame, after that, the moon simply became, easy prey.

Now, the mighty nightly deity, is a mere object planetary, as the humankind, it did conquer in a time, where the space races of these lowly earthlings, were just beginning. Soon enough learning the mysterious ball of light, was a simple rock up in the skies. Nothing to be worshipped or even desired, just a dusty ole’ place, none too fine. But something important was left behind, those venturing out there in the high skies.

As the theories started, that this object of a moon, was really a vessel for the sky people. Those who might have visited, this planet so blue, to the moon adjacent. And that maybe the inside of it was hollow and something great was about to follow. That’s when the following once again started, as eyes and even telescopes up towards it darted. Giving this piece of a rock, once again a place in the cultural pop.

Reaching for the moon from the tallest tree top

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“As the moon lit up the dark night skies, and I could finally walk without stumbling on the narrow path“ Gun Roswell

Reaching for the moon from the tallest tree top

The full moon, hovered, high above all, in the dark night sky
It was so brightly lit, that it totally looked, like a shiny ball of a light
Alluring and completely inviting, as it was, with all of its luminescence
I was so tempted, to catch it, and the only option for me presented
Was, to climb up, really high, and up the tallest of the trees in sight
And then, if luck would have it, I could ever so easily reach out
And simply, capture, the brightly lit ball, in to, my very own pouch
But also knowing very well, this trip, would not be without an ouch

Finally, daring, with some hesitation, to venture up the sturdy tree trunk
I knew then and there, that the option, of this very mission, to totally flunk
Was not an option at all, rather a the commissioned order, ever so tall
And that was, to capture the mighty and bright moon, once and for all
Alas, the forces that be, were definitely, not on the side of little ol’ me
As the higher I climbed the tall tree, the more out of reach the moon seemed to be
In the end, I reached the very top, and as I dared to gaze up
The moon, was higher than even before and no matter what

I was not able, to even reach it
So, that, in essence, was simply it!
Remaining only, a tall tale of an endeavour
With the completion time set, to never

Pinkish Moon

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“The moon shines brightly, even if the colour is slightly, pink” Gun Roswell

Pinkish Moon

The skies of the early morning hours
The colours from pitch black turning to likes of flowers
The bluish hue, fading to a bright purple too
Then softly, all the various pinks start a popping
Turning the darkly lit skies to something nice
Just like someone sprinkled, some sugar and spice
The object in question, might be for a while hiding
But as the colours are turning that much brighter
Soon, the moon, too, will be, totally smiling
And then, there will be partying, singing and dancing
For all us moon children on the ground prancing

Viva la rosa Luna!

Full moon night, without any kind of fright

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“The full moon in the sky, always makes me feel high, after all, I am a moon person, without any argument” Gun Roswell

Full moon night, without any kind of fright

When the darkness of the night fell, hard, you really could tell
The noise totally earth shattering, to say the least, with all that clattering
The bright sun now settling, for the next rotation some much deserved rest to be getting
And, to finally let some much deserved time, for the fullest of moons, upon us night dwellers to shine
Because without the worshipers of the nightly moon, the sun could never come to bloom
And those adoring the daily sun, would not be able to continue with their daily fun

Sky watching

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“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell

Sky watching

As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing

Half of me seen

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“Hiding my other side, the dark side of me, always” Gun Roswell

Half of me seen

I like to hide, the other side, of me
The one, never, ever facing the sun
This side, has never been exposed
Never have been observed up close
And it will remain on the dark side
Until, the end of time

Sunset with Moon rise

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“The sun and the moon, keep on the ballet of the cosmos” Gun Roswell

Sunset with Moon rise

Fading, into the darkening skies
Skies changing from blue to dark
Dark descending after the sun has gone
Gone but for none too long
Long as it takes for the moon
Moon appearing from behind the shadow
Shadow of the brightly burning sun
Sun now setting, setting to the horizon
Horizon where it will be rising
Rising when the turn is given
Given by the cosmos
Cosmos owning the suns, moons and stars
Stars soon appearing
Appearing after the moon rise
Rise for the nightly skies
Skies filled with light always

Winter Moon

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“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux

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Winter Moon

Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows

The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found

The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine

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