Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

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.

Comments about Composed At 10: 15 Friday Night by Sophia White

  • Charles Chaim Wax (3/3/2006 9:50:00 PM)

    and that is the way
    it should
    when all sleep
    the poet hears
    the sweet sound
    doesn't matter
    to lunge for it
    then all shall be well
    and the song shall
    a wonderful poem

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 3, 2006

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