From the Beginning of Time

I loved you when the silence held the dark,
before the stars had pierced the endless veil,
when light was only promise, not yet born.

You moved within the current of first fire,
a pulse beneath the forming of the suns,
a thought that shimmered through the womb of space.

I knew you then, though nothing yet had form--
a presence drawn through time toward my own,
like light that finds its mirror in the void.