Night’s Foster Child

Written by: Ingrid Laymann

Being night’s foster child
on the other side of midnight
I am flattered by the shadows
of my life surrounding me.

On night’s carousel of dreams
on the other side of midnight
all the horses stand in black,
and the stallion I may choose
to traverse night’s velvet land
on the other side of midnight
moves me gently like a cradle 
through my scenery of shade.  

From night’s carnival of loners
on the other side of midnight,
when I win the lottery, I can take
a spark of starlight facing dawn.