The Moon And The Sun—eternal Beloved Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The moon and the sun—
two mirrors, yet one face of Love.
The moon glows with borrowed yearning,
the sun overflows with rivers of generosity;
light drifts like a lover's whisper,
turning darkness into a hymn.

The sun gives, the moon receives—
yet in their secret embrace
giver and receiver vanish;
only the endless pulse of love remains.

And when the veil thins—
when distance dissolves,
when silence becomes fire—
union bursts across the heavens.
Who could silence
the flight of love?

They are companions of eternity:
separate in appearance,
yet bound by an invisible thread of light.

When galaxies bow
and stars hush their songs,
a sacred sight is revealed:
the world drowns in shadow,
yet the sun, faithful as ever,
sends sparks across the void—
flames that kiss the waiting earth,
turning faces into lanterns,
warming lifeblood into prayer.

Nights steep in the moon's cool silver,
days drown in the sun's molten gold;
and the earth, drunk on radiance,
spins in eternal rapture.

The wise know:
moonlight, sunlight—
all from a single source.
Separation is only illusion.

When the veil is lifted,
the soul remembers,
sways in rapture,
and sings again the covenant of dawn,
the first recognition—
the eternal Yes
that time can never erase.

The heart awakened
sees His beauty everywhere,
hears the only lesson love has ever taught:
"All perishes but His face;
worship only Him—
for both servanthood and kingship
flow as rivers from Him alone."

He is the True Witness;
to gaze upon Him
is to find the root of one's own being.

Past and future—shadows of His design;
good and evil—traces of His light.
A billion years may pass,
but the vow of love will not break;
for love has no beginning,
and affection knows no end.

The secret prophecy is this:
The moon and the sun—
forever, always,
companions in love.