Dreams Evolving and Dissolving

I know them – the harbingers of night visions
I know the gifts they bring
I know the songs they sing
They take a brush to our canvas
Once empty and dimensionless
Now replete with lines and curves
With colours – primary and pastel
These stark visions – they come alive
Before our eyes – still lives
Images that ensnare
Onions against a chequered cloth
A halo atop golden locks
A gnarled chair; a woman's hair
Hunched old hags and bleeding clocks
Dreams that evolve and dissolve
With the arrival of a cruel and frigid dawn.