Hovering quietly by my window on this dark night,
the person peering into the room, who is it?

saying not a word, with only a heart-piercing gaze,
the person watching over me, who is it?

In this night of blackness with all things awake,
secrets I cannot hide flicker a luminous blue.

On the countless nights I sweat sick with anguish,
ever glued to the window that watcher stands.

Ah, someone thus eyes me nightly, yet
at dawn when I slay my sinful urges

when I open the window as I bare my heart,
only then I wonder who that person could be,
vanishing forlorn into the dim light of waning darkness?