Red sky in the evening divine

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“The red is the colour of the magnificent sunset painted in the sky of the evening’s moment high” Gun Roswell 


Red sky in the evening divine

Fire engine red, someone in the watching crowd said, as we were all gathered for the spectacle of the evening displayed in front of us on the sandy shores, and certainly never a bore was this setting told on a lore, as the sun with a loud roar dropped into the deep waters from the sky above.

It was told in a story once in the past and the glory of the moon would create such a blast at least for the duration of the night to last hurling the drowning star deep into the waters far to cool down for a moment until once again in the morning it would rise its crowning head from the watery bed.

The rays curling up slowly but surely until reaching the highest peak in the bluest of skies then warming us dwellers again with the bright white light for a while until the night once again arrived and the moon would overpower the sun, thus completing the circle of routine once again neither of them really winning the game.

But that is just fine as in the end, we truly need them both.

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

Ship in the Grey

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“Sailing in the past, to the future” Gun Roswell

Ship in the Grey

Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last

This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move

Alas getting to the future so unsure?

Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat

The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings

The sails will be lowered and the pace slower

This is the way to move, across the high seas

Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last

They future out there somewhere, totally can wait

For this solemn sailor 

On the rocks of the shore

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“Close to the shore, almost on the rocks, but not quite, it was night, so parking was tight!” Gun Roswell 

On the rocks of the shore

Parking problems? in the middle of the sea no less?

Never a good idea, especially when the visibility none too clear

Finding safe harbour can be quite tricky 

During the times when the weather turns somewhat icky

And so avoiding them rocks close to shore might be a chore

But better to try then be caught up in a nasty storm

Guiding the boat to safety with the best possible precision 

As going out despite he warning signs might have been a bad decision 

The blurry line

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“Sometimes lines being drawn are as fickle as the waves hitting a sandy shore” Gun Roswell

The blurry line

Drawing lines, borders, erecting fences and walls

That is what the humans like doing to the point of boring

Because in the end, those hindrances will be blurred

Just like the soft waves hitting the sandy shores

As all of it will fade in the end

And were they to begin with such an good idea 

Or even keeping anyone safe

Just some fancy human concept protecting what is supposedly theirs?

But to be fair, for a moment a wall or a fence will keep away the fear

When all the lurking evil is out there trying us apart to tear

Sunset Low

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“The time of the year when the sun will fear the coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting” Gun Roswell

Sunset Low

End of the day will come no matter the times. 

It can be a little later or even earlier depending on the seasonal chime.

For the late autumn or fall, the light of the day will try to stall.

But never winning against the night the darkness soon upon.

The sun though never faltering its stance no matter the dance.

Late in the year or early in the hours of the new morn’.

The rays will remain there on the surface just one more moment time to stall.

Sunny but cold (it’s winter after all!)

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“The sun is shining, but it’s cold, so cold, and so the ice is not melting!” Gun Roswell

Sunny but cold (it’s winter after all!)

The waters frozen solid, the winter’s cold bite none too torrid at least not to those dressed in winter wear when headed to the lake, because a cold you would hate to get.

Going ice skating, wind sailing, even skiing, car racing?
Basically whatever your little heart desires, as it’s all fun and hating to remain inside on such a gorgeous sunny day.

And so head out there and the winter slay, at least proverbially as there really is no reason to stay indoors, the sports alone never a chore.

Rough day by the Seaside

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“The sea is mighty rough, some days, for sure. But most of the time it’s calm and soothing.“ Gun Roswell

Rough day by the Seaside

The roars of the waves as they keep on hitting the rocky shores, the howling winds in the background rubbish there store, well, it all could be a bore, so much crap going on, the day dull and grey, without seemingly any rest on display.

Alas, there is one distant gleam of hope to be seen in this, the darkest and dullest of scenes, a ray of sunshine peeking through the thick layer of clouds which still the skies heavily shroud, but being patient, allowing the wait, sitting there without hurry or worry, and then soon enough, it will appear.

Dull grey day – not!

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“All them shades of grey across the skies reflected on top of the water’s surface, what seems like a dull day, it is not that anyway” Gun Roswell

Dull grey day – not!

The view presented when looking out the window seemingly dreary and dull

Rivalling only to the internal feeling of being numb and null

But, when you get right down to it, the nitty gritty, feeling itchy

The good kind of a way, and then wanting inside of the house stay?

No longer an option as the adventurer its head once again will raise

And so, taking the chance of something being out there better 

Heading out the door and into nature

Hello grey! Here to slay so reel me in for something special!

Sun and the Yellow

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“The early morning sun, bright yellow, yeah, looks like a lot of fun” Gun Roswell

Sun and the Yellow

The sea as calm as balm, the water’s surface unmoving, only cover is the colour of yellow, spreading across from the skies, reflected over the water until reaching land, where it will be halting for a moment, until it reaches the faces of those onlookers, having gathered to embrace the light of the yellowish globe, which always gives them hope for the upon coming day, before the need to head to their work and their days pay earn, maybe something even learn, that the sun is always rising, no matter what.