The Arrousal

It's 3am and I lie awake It's like all my senses are alive The bedside lamp is purring The still night air feels electric and The hairs on the back of my neck Are dancing a midnight waltz as Moonbeams trickle through dusty shades While shadows go on parade Then the spirit speaks I respond with pen and paper My mind swirling in spiritual vapor My hand Is not my own But controlled by my creator The page seems illuminated The words spilling onto the page glowing With profound message flowing. I write til ink has dried, and last teardrop cried. Im humbled to my very core And thank him for the gift once more.