At The Edge Of Dawn Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Gentle dawn spills through the veil,
Solar essence, ancient, bright—guide me.
A sacred beacon weaves its golden threads
Across the waking world, stirring the soul to rise.

The morning breeze hums a timeless hymn,
Whispering secrets of the cosmos in each breath.
Carry me into day's unfolding mystery,
Where light and shadow dance in sacred union.

I step into the fields of becoming,
Where thorn and rose entwine as one—
A paradox eternal, beauty twined with pain,
Rooted deep in the soil of my truth.

The tall grass sways, ancient sentinels,
Guardians of forgotten wisdom, wild and free.
Each blade sings the earth's enduring spirit,
Cradling the essence I left in night's embrace.

The cloak of night's illusion now lifted
Reveals a self unbound, raw, unmasked.
Freed from the chains of fear and shadow,
My essence dances—an echo of Alast.

This dance, both vow and joyous defiance,
Opens the passage to the soul's purest light.
An eternal flame flickers within, infinite—
A song of freedom, truth, and endless light.