Watchers

Those stars among the midnight sky
Are watching all, for all can see
The watchers without blinking eye.
They watch for you, they watch for me.

But once a hundred years there is
A man who shames them, so they sleep.
He watches back and blows a kiss
And then for them the watch he'll keep.

He sits upon a mountain tall
And will not blink for then there's none
To watch the humans rise and fall.
An age is through, an age is done.

A solitary life he leads,
His only friends stay up above.
They hear him not when 'Talk! ' he pleads
For then he shames the ones he loves.

poem by Liam O'Brien
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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