Song Of White Falcon Poem by Mystic Qalandar

White Falcon, sentinel of the formless dark,
You are the fire before all fires began,
A spirit tracing its own sacred arc,
The soul's vast pyre beyond the span of man.

You are the first breath from which all breath is drawn,
Feathered cipher of the deathless sky,
A sudden flame that answers shadow's call,
The perfect stillness holding a heart's cry.

Unbroken, not by mortal hand designed,
No chain of time can hope to reach your height.
No earthly snare can bind your promised land,
No bargain dim the undiminished light.

Your wings inscribe a language on the void,
Your silent cry ignites the buried sun,
A lightning-strike that shatters all despair,
Bearer of dawns unwritten, yet begun.

You warp the firmament, yet bear no mass,
Your gaze contains the genesis of things.
Your beak unmasks fate's hollow theatre,
The heavens bend to hear the song your passage sings.

Yet only for love do you descend,
Only for love do you approach the ground,
To taste the deep stillness of my soul's end,
To cast a shadow where all grace is found.

White Falcon, covenant of primal flame,
Eternal voyager, unmastered, free,
Unspoken by the worlds that speak your name,
The first and final note of time's decree—

The silence out of which all worlds are sung.

—September 12,2025