1. No one knew the hour She came,
2. She bore no past, She spoke no name.
3. A gentle mote, a sacred spark,
4. That shimmered soft against the dark.
5. She had no form that eyes could trace,
6. No time, no tongue, no native place.
7. But still She bloomed—a hush, a thrill—
8. A whisper shaped by unseen will.
9. She shimmered wide, She sang, She spread,
10. With hues of warmth in gold and red.
11. The stars were dim, the void was pale,
12. Until it warmed beneath Her veil.