Everywhere is dark and still
With nothing much to see
But as I turn the corner
The new moon does greet me
It's just the merest slither
A tiny crescent of light up in the sky
But I do not see any stars
And I ask the question why?
You'd think there'd be stars a plenty
Dotted in a sky so black and deep
But there are no stars a sparkling
Perhaps they are all asleep!
a poem of a twinkle less night with only to be seen the moon's silvery light? ...............well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet and creative. I'd never really considered that stars might sleep! Good use of personification.