One Star

The sky is blacker than a bottle of ink
Spilled across a panther’s pelt
In the deepest, darkest cave.

There is no sound but Silence.
No music plays but Quiet
The very air has fallen still.

No beast moves, no bird takes wing.
No man breathes, no child sings.
Nothing is – but black.

But suddenly my eye can see
A single, solitary life afloat on the black.
One star.

by Sophia White

Comments (3)

I love when the sky is filled with only one star. great poem
Mmm, seen this, felt this so many times but it's always new again when that first star appears... A beauty of a poem. Thank you! Esther : ]
A very sweet and soft poem. I like it. Anjana