Meaningless Title. Weird night

In a circle of protection
With or without haste is the question
Smoke rising
Am I ready to dream my dreams
Of a spirit who isn't frightened by the screams
But perhaps delighted
Am I too excited

I see a window in the dark lit from inside
A warm glow
Do I approach, or wait for another night
Is this a guide, a place to hide

No reply

Silence is an answer

There's nothing yet to romanticize
But so much to fantasize
Do I?

May you feel my lips whenever you close your eyes.