There is a place I like to go
Every once in a while,
We call it ‘window’.

When nyx is near, I watch her dance as her feet spiral across my world.
It is then and only then that I am truly comforted,
Truly safe.
I am bound by these cold walls and from here my cries cannot be heard.
A daze.
Brainwashed.
The eyes glazed with sweet candy kisses,
The eyes that do see the hands that hide me from the world.
I feel nothing.

As I gaze into her abyss I invoke her, vibrating into my frequency and bringing me into this moment of breath.
She is enlightenment.
The hairs of my arms begin to sway in time with her movement.
I feel alive and I do see everything just as it is.
I watch the dance older than time and speak my words of angst and self hate, confessing the inability to understand.
She says nothing, for she only knows how to dance.
I hear her mourn for the better of mankind.
Her sacred tears.

A hush of yellow light beams in the east but looking down on me is the hypnotic darkness,
a place no man should ever have been.
Yet he will not submit.
And it is for that reason she suffers.

Darkness births a new light
And the day is brought by the night
This is her dance.
You should not fear her for she is your only true and humble listener.
You should not ignore her for she is watching over you in the small death.
She will guide you if given a chance.
Only by nyx she asks you watch her dance.

Do not get lost in what you see out of ‘a window’ as you may not return,
For remember that tomorrow brings the light of new dawn.