The Sky is Bright Tonight

The sky is bright tonight,
millions of glowing orbs lighting up the inky blueish black,
that expands as the sun goes down,
and then the crickets chirp and
the moon gazes in silence at the ground.
Soft as rain pours and grass turns green,
from fertilizer and mother nature's hard work
that is seldom acknowledged when the green
has other things besides grass to claim.

It's odd
the sky's brightness
because usually the ink is just as solid
as the black that makes my sketchbook cover,
and the world huffs because they think
stars are the only thing to look at.

Perhaps I see more now,
than I did when the sun set on a day
where thoughts had been wicked
and I sketched until the ink in my pen
turned red like blood on white snow