Are you as sad as your poems?

You ask of me
Why are your
poems always so sad?

I can only answer
within a poem.

The stars are
the eyes of time.
Looking down
in witness
on what we do.

The Moon
sits in judgment
of all that it has seen.

I think you really
meant to ask.
Am I as sad inside
as my poems are?

Ask of the stars
What they have witnessed. 

Ask of the Moon
What it knows.