The Pitch of The Night

As I write in the dark of the night, I wonder why it is called pitch black. A pitch is a noise, a sound, a single note softly coming of my sound box. And is the night really black? I disagree, i think the night is many colors, many shades of many different colors. There is blue, there is black, there is the soft pink as the sun sets. The stars may come out, they may light up the sky and keep your night going until the hours of yawning. And the moon; Oh, the moon with its many different lights of brightness. At times its as bright as the sun, although it really is a reflection of the sun. Scientifically, the moons halo of light is a reflection of the sun, but not mentally. I believe the moon has its own light, just for me. I can stare at it all night, until it decides to leave me and surround me with the beautiful air and feeling of morning. The night is never exactly pitch black. The moon is never really a reflection of the sun.The stars are for me. The moon is for me. The colors of the night are for me. And anybody who disagrees will simply have to deal with the fact that any argument to me is irrelevant. And so with that over with i bid adieu and sleep soundly with the crickets giving me comfort that I am not alone, and my dreams moving at a pace that only one dream shall be known at my awakening.