The moon, a star, one perspective.
Both illuminate, only if I search for light.
If I was the moon, my presence would burden this world, when I'm at my darkest. But nonetheless, I enlighten the same embodiment. It's just a matter of who, when, and how I'm viewed.
As a star, I can only be gazed upon when I'm surrounded by darkness. I'm different from the moon, much unlike a fragment of a soul.
In the end, I'm always watching, yet there's nothing I can do. The moon, star, death, and life. Unless I'm searched for, my existence alone is insignificant. Unless I'm accompanied by another, all I can do is wait.
My very first publication. To me, this poem does not have one single meaning. Depending on the person viewing it, this poem has various meanings.
Truth and meaning, they're both perceived by a perspective shaped by memories, experiences, and personality. To sympathize, means to place yourself in one's shoes. So, if you were the author of this poem, what would be its meaning, and with what intentions would you have written it? This thought, your response, is exactly the meaning of this poem.
If you would, take a look outside tonight. Watch the moon, find the stars, enjoy the scenery, and read this poem. I would like for you to try and feel, feel what I possibly could have, while composing this piece. Thank you.