Sad Poems

You ask of me
Why are your
poems 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 they see.

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

Ask the stars
What they have seen.
Ask the Moon
What it knows.