You are my moon. I know it's a metaphor and I know it's prone to misinterpretation But isn't that what's great about metaphors?
You are the sky.
What do you mean?
It means what it means and what you think it means.
What do you think it means?
It doesn't matter what I think it means.
But you wrote it, didn't you? You ought to know.
That's the thing about writers. We write things and we don't know what they mean, really. For there is not one frame for each line and each picture we paint. It's about writing masterpieces that can be broken down to different pieces. Maybe even to the point that it is crushed to sand and turned to dust. Dust flies away with the wind and if poetry might turn to dust, then I will be glad.
-D.D.
Trying something new. Comments are very much welcome. :)