I don't know what speaks
but it's words are clear,
deep and unforgiving,
suspecting fear.

The senses complete,
skin in utter content,
yet heart still searching,
wondering where it went.

Behind the whispering curtain
the windows open by a slit,
as you notice the shimmer,
the patterns now well lit.

But cant quite make out
although seemingly bright
why the light only shines
in the dead of the night.