“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell
I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them
I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull
This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks
“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear
Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems
“The sun is rising, again! Surprise! It does that every morning, even if it’s not always visible! Besides, the sun is just there, it’s the Earth that rotates! Duh!“ Gun Roswell
Yellow Sunrise
The sun rises from the east, even if it in the wrong place from where I stand, looking more like west, but then again, what do I know, says they with a great big frown, confused as ever, but not trying to clever, well, not really. But perhaps.
But, the slight tint of yellow there, not the red or orange, but rather the original(?) colour of the sun, at least when depicted on some cartoonish display, a drawing perhaps, something done way back when, in the very childhood, when cartoons still were fun?
Well, it does not really matter, as standing here on the beach, eyes wide, or at least I try, despite the really early hour, as watching the sunrise, just keeps pulling out that smile, hiding in there somewhere for most of the year, week, day and hour, because honestly, I am pretty sour a person most of the time.
“No matter where you are, near or far, the sunrise is a sight for sore eyes” Gun Roswell
Suburban Sunrise
The longer you stare
Into the bright glare
The red gets in control
Devouring the sky whole
“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell
From Morn till Dusk
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
“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.
“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.
“The early morning sun, well, put your eyes on a setting of stun, because it’s going to be, quite red!“ Gun Roswell
Red Sun
It looked like it was on fire, the burning hot ball of lava, alas this was no such thing, rather an extraordinary rise of the very sun it self, something in the colour of burning hot fire-engine red.
The spectacular vision not for the timid though, as this is no simple show, taking a lengthy number of seconds ticking by, and if your eyes are able to spy, never directly into it looking though, something mystical and magical you will experience.
As only once in a life time, can you see the red hot rising sun.
There is always another sunrise in the horizon, at least, until the glowing hot ball burns out!” Gun Roswell
Red sky with a sunrise
It was red, burning so, the rise of the ball, in the very early morn’
Nothing more ‘gorg’ could this small being of the ground dwellers imagine then
Than seeing this, glorious reddish tint, filling the very tall horizon
It was certainly a view to remember and to be reminded of
The power nature had on these, very, very small
And so, standing pretty much in total awe and gawk
Until the day break, did them shake, perhaps awake, but at least, urging to move on
“The sun will always rise, even if the weather is really, really bad“ Gun Roswell
A sunrise I do spy
In the early morning hours, the sun will the moon totally devour, then spit it out, sending it hurdling through space, letting it there stay, until the night will fall, when the moon will rise once again, simply because of spite, hanging there until the very next morning, the dawn, where the sun will be lurking around, duty bound, waiting only to rise and reprise the feast, of gulping up the moon, the continued circle of the celestial battle as old as time, and for us mere mortals, this is all simply fine, only standing by, observing the eternal fight.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
