Lovers Of The Infinite Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What stirs within me
when your essence echoes through my being?
I murmur to the quiet self:
once,
I breathed as one with you,
then lingered at your edge.

I spoke of bliss unfolding,
as if you were the first awakening
born from dreaming's hidden source.

And when that ancient presence draws near,
a timeless flame ignites—
love without beginning or form.

I dissolve into our origin,
that boundless oneness
before separation blossomed from unity,
before form emerged from the unseen.

My being resonates
on the curve of your lips,
in the depths of your gaze,
within the embrace of your hands—
drawing all things back to wholeness.

Your whisper unravels illusion,
revealing I am you,
as you are the vastness in me.

But when you slip into the void of distance,
I summon the stillness
of our shared eternity.

I ache for those moonlit touches,
the subtle nectar of your breath,
the silent alchemy of your nearness.

I crave your return—
for without you, existence frays;
without the temple of your form,
without your voice threading twilight—
as if the night itself
sculpted us
into lovers of the infinite,
entwined forever
in the mystery of being.

—November,29,2025