Just wait until midnight,
then go back in time,
enter the aisles of memory
just to find your way
through the garden at night.
Do not fear the darkness;
it is just a perfect blindfold.
Do not fight the thorny shrubs;
they will keep you bound.
Thus, bound and blindfolded,
you shall wait in the dark.
I will join you in the second
you despair of finding me.
I will then be one with you,
blend into your unspoken fears,
welcome you into my secrets
hidden behind my silvery mask.
