I am the light that hovers in the hush,  
the one no eye has ever caught.  
It always was, it does not burn,  
yet wordlessly it lights the world.

I am the voice that owns no words,  
the sound that holds no sound at all.  
A faceless calling grows in me,  
yet it is born of no man's pain.

I am the one who was, but left no trace,  
the one who is, but bears no name.  
And in this everlasting “never”  
the light looks softly through the shimmering.