There's something mysterious..but magical about darkness..the birds glide back to there coups..most creatures sleep..most creatures except me..out come the stars..gone are the clouds..just listen to the crickets wide eyed and schreeching with glee..sounding so proud..in this darkness..down goes the moon away from the hills..but..most of all..i love the darkness..no cteature sees or feels my totured soul and sadness..no creature but me..Written By robyn bashford..