Composed At 10: 15 Friday Night Poem by Sophia White

Like a song in the night
A breath of music in the dark
I hear a voice that seeps through
The walls, a divine voice.

Like a light in the abyss,
A pinprick of light in the deeps,
I hear a voice that wafts through
The air, a gradiose voice.

Like a rose in a desert,
Like a lily on a brick walk,
I hear a voice that floats across
The ground, a celestial voice.

Whose is it? This voice so strange?
So clear, a bell, or a hawk.
Whose voice? I cannot say,
Yet I would follow it - unto the end.