Lost Compass

The stars shine bright
Night after night.
Whether I want them to
Or not.
I rarely notice
the twinkling light.
Or look up to see
If they are still ablaze.
I am too busy.
Ready to sleep
Or walk
Or work
Or eat
But they burn on.
The more distractions
That are around.
The harder it is to see
The wonder
And beauty
And power
Of the burning
Stars.
- Jefferson Green 6/27/05