I came from a place where the sun forgot my name,
where days bled into nights
and nights into nothing at all.
A hollow world,
...
In the quiet before dawn in Australia,
your voices reach me like lanterns on the water—
steady, warm, unbroken—
a fellowship that travels farther than miles.
...
I stand inside the colours
of my own becoming,
where the reds of reckoning
meet the blues of calm return,
...
I set out with a pack
and a question I could not name,
walking into a landscape
that asked nothing of me
...
O solemn Night,
you were my first inheritance,
laid upon my shoulders
before I knew the weight of living.
...
I have walked through nights
that never seemed to end,
nights that taught me
how to stand my ground
...