No Face, No Voice Poem by Mystic Qalandar

No one has seen your face,
yet you move through every form.
When eyes are open, you vanish—
but in their closing, you return,
quietly,
as if never gone.

Not seen, but felt—
a way of knowing that needs no light.
No face, no voice—
only a presence,
like a black rose opening in the dark.

They say love follows knowing.
I found you before that—
in silence,
in the blur where thought loosens,
where even without a name,
something calls and something answers.

You have no shape,
yet every shape leans toward you.

These lines—
they are not written.
They arrive,
settling somewhere beneath thought,
where a conversation never begins,
never ends.

The questions—
they were yours first.
You placed them quietly and waited.
I followed them until they turned
and were no longer questions.

Something remains—
not two, not one—
but a nearness that cannot divide itself.

I did not seek you.
You appeared
like light finding its own reflection—
and pausing there,
as if for the first time,
to see.

— MyKoul