The Dream Restored Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Once cradled in the hush of soul's still flame,
That dream now trembles—bright, yet without name.
I gave it rest, I breathed in it my light,
Yet storms arose and veiled it from my sight.
Through every trial, through thorns that clutched and clung—
Still, I walked on, with silence as my tongue.

The world proclaims: No night shall bind you long,
Yet doubt still lingers, dark and shrewd and strong.
O MyKoul, the end is mist, the path untold—
But shattered dreams are stars the night makes gold.
They rise—reforged in unrelenting fire,
Now robed in truth, and crowned with deep desire