The Dawn Queen Awakens Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Dawn Queen—my hidden self—awakens,
as the finch of light begins to sing.
No melody is sweeter
than her voice, overflowing with love.

Her golden rings—
dawn circling eternal eyes—
rest like a crown of nearness,
a herald of the unseen,
messenger of the secret garden.

Her song is not the fleeting sound of wings;
it is remembrance itself—
a hymn of mercy, rising and falling,
a sweetness that wakes the soul.

Between her verses linger mysteries:
the sigh of longing,
the ache of distance,
the tender whisper of return—

echoes of that first covenant:
when Love asked,
"Am I not your Lord? "

Sweeter than oceans pressed with pearls,
her song flows like soft tresses of light;
her smile is a fountain of spring,
her eyes, two radiant lamps,
drawing me into the nearness of the Infinite.

Moments dissolve in the Eternal Now;
softness floods my being.
Her song carries me into stillness,
to that place where lover and Beloved are one,
where all dissolves into Love.

—September 10,2025