Darkness called my name so I went back to the Black. I see it’s beauty since it does not overwhelm. It whispers wisdoms too soft for the day time. A student to stories & lullabies in constellations & yet, I favor the outliers that twinkle on their own. No need to be included. Still worthy to help the moon illuminate the night just enough to make out Mother Earth’s outlines. At this time trees let their leaves rest as the wind rocks them to sleep. They stretch their branches in the morning to wave goodbye to the Black.