Poetry by Jeff Green


Night Thoughts

by cricketjeff on February 28, 2010.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

So far away, who’s looking back at me,
When I stand out beneath the stars at night?
A million million worlds are there to see,
Each represented by a point of light.

Do poets stand beneath those other skies?
Their suns and moons the gods of other men?
Are loves revealed in alien looking eyes,
And written down by other types of pen?

The scene they see’s a die already cast,
The laws of time are ruthlessly applied.
The stars we see are echoes from the past,
Their light is old, these lovers must have died.

But stars shine on, they aren’t the least concerned,
Their beauty far outshines the truths we’ve learned.