The crescent moon winks in the waking dawn,
as I look up and behold her.
The lamp posts glow with a golden sheen,
and my footsteps ring below here.
The air is cool and pleasant now,
with a blue-tinged pink arising.
To close one's eyes and breathe in slowly,
the ribs expansion surprising.
There's a misty element to the streets,
and the morning dew's still settled.
I imagine up an ocean breeze,
though I'm landlocked and slightly nettled.
So much change to come, much more change has passed,
I am living and breathing and holding fast,
I can feel the wind, as it shifts on high,
'There is so much more to learn,' it sighs,
Just remember this, if you don't all else;
The key to all things is:
To know oneself.