I look at your glowing face in the sky

And wonder if you feel what I feel.

To be ugly and surrounded by unbelievable beauty.

 

How is it like, up in the sky,

Surrounded by a sea of stars

Bedecked in celestial radiance?

 

What is it like, knowing that your own glow

Is not truly your own, but borrowed

From the nearest star?

 

How can you stand to know

That your crowning virtue

Belongs to the sun?

 

Do you see the scars on your face?

The craters of your history,

Left from the impact of your wounds.

 

I am so sorry that whenever you look

Upon the Earth, you are faced with

The endless mirror of the sea.

 

Is that why you use all your power

To break it day by day?

To create the churning waves of the tide?