Diamond-Filled Sky Poem by Paul Humphrey

When it is time the sun withers away,
The day grows weak to the power of night.
As the undeniable shadow covers the lands,
Some rich enchanting dots come into sight.

As night grows older and fully submerses the land,
Its strength reaches full definition.
Its sleepy colour fills every heart,
Leaving them locked into submission.

The blackboard sky awaits
For white dots of chalk
To splash across its dark canvas
Like graffiti on a wall.

The light gradually returns
as the moon and stars show in the night,
Happiness returned
Thanks to the diamond-filled sky