You are the dawn of hope,
The Muse of all art.
The proem to every book,
The rhythm of each heart.

Your tactile form is wispish
Like winter mist on a still lake.
Your breath carries the wishes
Of billion souls in its wake.

The words you breathe are woven
In a garland of pearls, pure and white.
With your deep gaze you pierce
The fiery hearts of stars at night.

Draped you are in pelagic colours,
Your crown is snow-capped.
To repeat your...