Dawn & Dusk

They come to me
In the middle of the night
Whisper things to me
Urge me to write

When I sit with a pen
And a blank piece of paper
They emerge from my skin
And down my arm, they slither

They teach me things
That I didn’t know about myself
Show me where to turn
When I really need help

They take abstract concepts
Emotions I do not understand
Transform them into imagery
Visions dancing from my hand

I let them flow through me
As a channel, not their creator
And I end up with these strange marks
Scrawled in black on this paper