Within the vault,
hidden and alone,
the pattern of your secret self lies,
trembling with control,
hesitant with anticipation,
waiting for discovery,
while you pace the polished floor
and lie to yourself.
Twilight steals across the sheets,
its shadowed fingers seduce the lock,
deduce the charm,
tumble on the combination
and pull you from yourself
-- unwilling, wild and wise.
Blind and blinking,
you stand now,
new and unknown,
knowing that what comes next
is beyond your control
and you,
fearful with joy,
mad with the clarity of your vision,
seek out the stars that shatter the darkness
and crave the confines of the night.
Let us meet, then, in twilight.
