When,
child,
did you learn
to fear the darkness?

When
did you begin
to fill the silence?

I created the rich, deep night
as a canvas for the tidal moon and burning stars,
as a blanket of peaceful rest.

I designed stillness
that you might feel my heartbeat,
that you might catch the melody of the gambolling galaxies.

I delight in your celebration of sunshine.
I joy in your joyful noise.

But don’t miss the beauty of midnight
and a thousand whispering trees.

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PAD 15

Prompt: Write a poem with the title “___________ Story.”