I gaze and I gaze into the arctic sky,

Your dazzling brilliance brings an ache to my eye.

I am the sea, the sea in a storm,

Your icy hue, somehow, tender and warm;

Can the sea be loved by the sky?

I bring you a crown of violet flowers,

Emblem of a love that never sours,

Where we together can reign over the plot

Of land that is this blue, blue dot.

Could that love be ours?

On the horizon we embrace,

Breath close to breath, face close to face.

At the edges, a merry crinkling,

The undying sun is twinkling, twinkling,

Do I misconstrue your charitable grace?

Undercurrents of tremulous passions,

Conveying to the surface only wartime rations.

The battle rages underneath:

Expose, declare, or shield, sheath.

Should I present my unmasking Parnassians?

I gaze and I gaze into the arctic sky,

I gaze, and I wonder, and fear, and sigh;

I am the sea, the sea in a storm,

Waiting for a cloudless answer to form:

Can the sea be loved by the sky?