Questions Dangerous; Questions Dark Poem by Sonny Rainshine

If you could be, which
would you be: the moon
or moonlight?

Would you choose to be
feathery apple blossoms
suspended by the wind,
or would you be
the wind?

If a wizard,
a generous god,
gave you a choice:
You’ll be a blue planet,
whirling ‘round the sun
or you’ll be the sun;
which would you be?

Do you wish to be the lover
or the beloved? The wishing well,
filled with cool, life-giving water,
or the wish?