Dawn breaks in pastels
Scattered city lights
Which had powered night
Fade with encroaching day
Soon enough extinguished

While the trail
Marking my departure
Rises from the darkness
Now a frothy white
Upon grey slate

Receding mountains’ majesty
Diminishes with steady progress
In some few hours to be lost
Behind the moon-swelled sea
Held fast by Earth’s own gravity

So go I
Beyond the realm
Of all I know
To places
I’ve not yet loved