Night's Foster Child
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.
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