When You Inspire Me Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When you inspire me,
with your radiant light, your music,
I long to uncover every secret,
to grasp what lingers just beyond.

I yearn to feel the warmth
of your breathless whispers,
to illuminate these silent rooms—
their corners long darkened
by illusion, by false sight.

When you share your truth—
wordless, soundless,
yet steady as the dawn—
something in me stirs, awakens:
'I am what is whispered, '
truth wrapped in fleeting form,
finding my way back
to the light, to my essence.

A marvel—
you stand before me,
yet speak in silence,
a voice without sound.
Your touch is soft,
your light unshaken.

Your inspiration, a quiet flame,
burns without consuming—
turning shadow into wonder,
each room a temple,
each secret a mirror.

What you unveil is no mystery,
but my own self, unburdened.

For in the end, I see:
you are my truest being—
the witness, the light,
the source of all I seek.