Painted Sun

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“A water colour image or real life?” Gun Roswell

Painted Sun

As it rises and falls
It almost time stalls
A big bright fiery ball
Staring at it for too long
And you’ll too will call
Out in pain or more

But it’s so captivating
Looking at it stating
“How gorgeous, how fascinating!”
Why was I even waiting
To stand here watching
My mouth open wide gawking
At this scene so awesome, telling
Everyone should be paying
And all the artists painting
How can anyone look without fainting?
This nature’s wonder playing
There is nothing here faking
Only a star in the making

So, it rises and it sets
Never one day past lets
Always present in the sky
And each and every day i spy
The warming sphere
Never far but never too near

Red Sunset 2

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“The sunset painted the sky red” Gun Roswell

Red Sunset

Hot ball of fire

A rounded ball
Ball of fire
Fire so strong
Strong enough to keep going
Going for an eternity
Eternity lasting for a day
Day of light
Light of the sun
Sun now setting
Setting until dawn
Dawn awaited for the night
Night so dark
Dark as the black skies
Skies soon turning
Turning to the blues
Blues before the light
Light so bright
Bright as the sun
Sun giving life
Life going on below
Below on the ground
Ground never the skies
Skies are so high
High as the stars
Stars cannot be reached
Reached with my hand
Hand raised high up
Up towards the skies
Skies, never stop watching!

Red Sunset 1

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“The sunset painted the sky red” Gun Roswell

Red Sunset

Over the mountains

A streak of light reflected
Reflected beyond the clouds
Clouds so thick, it’s almost a shroud
Shroud of many colours
Colours with the scent
Scent of the colour red
Red is the colour to reinvent
Reinvent the life
Life going to a hide
Hide only present for the night
Night never lasting
Lasting only until morning
Morning sun arises again
Again the life begins
Begins and then in the evening
Evening calls for an end
End never lasting long
Long as the darkness
Darkness only for hours
Hours getting shorter
Shorter by the minutes
Minutes counting fast
Fast as the speed of light
Light, present again in the morning
Morning, when the day is dawning

Going, going, going… Gone!

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“You won’t miss it, until it’s gone, and then, you may end up crying” Gun Roswell

Going, going, going… Gone!

A sunrise, a scented flower, or even, a pretty face
Here today, but, suddenly gone, without one single trace
You try to look for it, in all the familiar places
But alas, there is nothing left, no image, no smell, even the shadows have disappeared
Everything vanished, completely wiped out, nothing left, but an empty space

What happened? You may think
As it takes such a long time for the realization to sink
When did I see it?
It was just there a moment ago, I remember it quite clearly,
It was just there, just yesterday, or was it a year ago, maybe even ten?
What the hell happened?
Am I remembering correctly, or was it all a false memory,
Maybe an illusion, some kind of self-made delusion?
Where did the time go?

It’s all just temporary, like a juicy bit strawberry
Only good for one day, then it will slowly start to decay
Leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth
Thinking what the hell was I really thinking about
I was trying to cherish the redness of it all
Trying my devouring, my tasting to stall
But now it is almost gone
So, where oh where did I go wrong?

Use it, eat it, visit it, live it, contact them
As everything in existence, they only remain for an instant
Then under the hammer they all will go
Going once, going twice, going three times, and then, gone!

Sunset Landing

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“The plane boss, the plane!”

Sunset Landing

Late in the day, the sun setting, moon coming to play
But the last rays, gorgeous, in the tiny window displayed
Seated, with belts, waiting, patiently, for the inevitable
When the short landing strip, will be finally visible

Soon enough, the sign is up
The voice in the speaker, preparing this seeker
The journey, of a life time awaits
Can hardly in my seat or skin stay

A little time, after dark, after landing on the mark
Stepping out in to the great unknown, into the adventure bold
Friendly faces greeting, I am soon deep in
With warm, moist air on my skin, the pale moon light on the trail

It is time, to begin, living, again

Sunset Ride

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“Sunset, sea and horses” Gun Roswell

Sunset Ride

A slow ride, on the soft sand
When the sun, is about to descend
Nothing but silence, surrounding
The nature clear and grounding

My stead, moving along
It’s stride, quite strong
Just me, by myself, alone
On this nightly journey, so long

To sun has finally set
And into the nightly sky, the moon let
It’s thin light still so bright
On this journey it just might
Stay all of the night

December lights I one

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“December is a month of great expectations” Gun Roswell

December lights 

The sun setting on this dark eve
And for a while it cannot be seen
Polar nights have taken the skies
As a hostage for a longer while

But even in the darkness
There is something which can impress
The holiday season around the corner
All them lights shining from top to floor

Winter Blues two

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“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell

Winter Blues

Forest silent for a moment, when the snow had descended
Winter season had begun, announcing all the activities as fun
Skiing, skating, sleighing, there is really no denying
Winter can be a lot of fun, even if there is hardly any sun

For a moment the world seems a little smaller
As the trees grow taller, and the forest seems a lot cooler
But dressing up in warm clothing, watching life of white unfolding
Keeping up the lights, in the long nights, future seems also bright

Winter Blues one

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“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell

Winter Blues

Blue descended, on the small lake, undefended
As the sun was setting for the final time of the season
Leaving only the one artificial light, to act as a solemn beacon
In the total darkness, leaving everything otherwise defenseless

Unless, staying inside the guarded perimeter
Patrolled by the vigilant elves, going through each centimeter
Humans and animals a like, huddled together, for the next short while
Until such time, the Spring will arrive, and bring forth the sun’s shine

Winter Sun

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“A rare moment surely, at this season” Gun Roswell

“A rare moment surely, at this season” Gun Roswell

Winter Sun

Hanging low,
Emanating a soft glow
The neutron star,
Which gives us light even this far
Nature’s special effect,
When you did not expect
The Winter’s sun,
Before the day is done

But not for too long,
Not even time for a song,
It was once again gone
Setting into the horizon,
Not tomorrow arising,
Not even once smiling
It will be set,
Until the final bet
Of a long Winter’s day
And only then,
It’s warmth will it spread
Here and there
And all will be fair
Once more,
Yes we did score!