Night Visitor
by Alison Stormwolf

To see through the prism of reality and be granted
That exquisite joy denied to mankind on the Earth plane
I know of all the myriad worlds you hold secret
I have walked those esoteric paths of sleep

My quest is now to ask, to those whom are given
What is asked in return?
I come alive in the dark.
I will unnerve so many
Who do not understand
As the daylight feeds the flowers and trees
So the darkness sustains its own.

© Alison Stormwolf