The Interpreter

You think Me the sun and You the moon?

Woman, I am just a reflection of you!

You the subject.  Me?  Merely the mirror

I am an inland lake, you?  The Superior

I just interpret this thing of beauty

Deciphering code from the galaxy

And what is your mind, if not infinite

Not of this world, you just live in it

I only see these symbols and signs

I neither drew nor created these lines

We are stars, we are dots in the night,

The Gods connect them

You are the sun, white hot light

I only shine of your reflection