How often I hold things up to the light
So the sun might shine through.
If I were to hold you up to the light
Would you display in radiance?
And would I hang you on my window
Until the sun has faded your colour.
Or would I keep you in a trove of lustred treasures
Hidden away from outside hands.
Is it better to lose you after loving,
Or to save you from my love completely.
Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.