Be silent, be still, I can sense you walking through.
Take your shape as shadows on the walls, I hear the whispers when you call.
Nothing is hidden, your outline in blue, I see movement.
What are you watching in the corner of the room? My eyes are tuned into you.
Shifting and chanting under luna’s hands, night does not hide you.
Through astral planes and etheric states, I stay hushed in truth.
Attuned from within, the current rising across my skin.
I keep the secret, you hold the promis, till we meet again.