The Sun

I've been to the sun
It's nothing special
A place of violence
Much like our own
...
The solar winds
Are something else
No one masters them
No one really
Navigates them

You survive them
Or you are never
Heard from again

from The Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen

With poetry, one may wonder whether metaphors are a vehicle for meaning or a meaning in themselves. Still one could contend that poetry points to the direction thought should be moving, and not to any answer.