The mist of the morning air
The peaceful aura of the sleeping city
The stillness all around
Which makes your breath feel numbered.
The window of one's soul open
And the sun rising in one's eyes...
The estimated journey reflected in one's eyes
The lines of destiny like wrinkles on one's face
The eternity in one's stride
Strides which gives your brain
a map for the present.
The present hung like a fireball in the sky
Which orbits while one's future is being set
And when the sun sets in one's eyes
It lights up with the moon shining in them.
The past, present and the future-all merging into one another
Like a milky way galaxy spread across the sky.
