The Ever-Blooming Rose Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Behold the rose in winter's breath,
Cradled within death's silent folds—
A cryptic veil of thorns conceals
What no sanguine stain reveals.

A celestial form, a boundless hue,
Bound by heartstrings of purest light,
Weaving shadows in eternal quest,
Yearning evermore beyond time's grasp.

It speaks in riddles of life and death,
A secret breathed through timeless veils,
Unmarked by clocks, it is the soul's
Own infinite pulse in unseen realms.

O radiant bloom, harmonious, divine,
Your spectral red, the infinite's own breath,
Soft as a saint's final resting hush,
Drifting past the edge of sense.

You tend the sacred space between,
Rooted in a garden of boundless stars.
Stand steadfast, reveal your truth—
A mirror to the soul's undying flame.

Dawn's first light once held my gaze;
Now it burns eternal in your core.
A garden whole, yet longing still
To see its perfect bloom.

To you, I offer this essence,
Woven into petal, woven into thorn,
A quiet emblem of infinite boldness—
My love, unforgotten, unyielding.

With spirit freed, I drift untethered,
Carried by a grace timeless and pure.
Your fragile flower casts a path,
A beacon for wandering souls.

Here, bound in cosmic gardens, we
Abide—today, tomorrow, forever,
In cycles spun from beauty and love,
And the unending rose.

—November,18,2025