CHILD OF THE NIGHT
Why does she cry these tears,
For they belong not to her
But to a child of the night.
Who is this child that chooses to play
Between parked cars at the edge of the road,
And daily dares lightening to strike.
What is this fear that the child cannot shake,
That trembles through her very soul
And freezes feet that need to run.
Where is the child behind the mask,
Portrayed by a woman whose soul validation
In a curtain call, followed by applause.
written 1999
