Before the Sun Speaks

I rise where silence meets the fire, 02:02AM — the void opens. I sip the ancient elixir of myself, Wash my face with remembrance. Barefoot, I kiss the Earth. She knows my name Even when the world forgets. A candle burns — white flame, Whispering, “You are protected.” At 03:00AM, I become the ritual. Black sesame and honey, An offering to the gods within. I speak — words not just spoken, But summoned. AUM... AUM... AUM... Mouth open, mouth closed — Heaven and Earth meeting at my lips. I burn rosemary — the ghosts dance, Sandalwood and palo santo Braid through dimensions. Nicole feels me across the waters. My words arrive before I do. I gaze at the sun — it does not blind me, Because I carry its light. Azania cannot hold me. The winds already know my name in Albion. I am leaving. And I am arriving. This poem is not mine. It is a key. To unlock the ones still asleep. It is a map. For those walking home in the dark.