You are overcast today...

I am sorry for all the raging seas which spew their steam at you...
They boil under their own dry heat.
I am sorry for all the rivers whose lazy mouths run carelessly...
To wispy droplets you must attend,

You, who give life even to lifeblood,
Who give inspiration to every poet and warrior, and even fire,
Who give expiration to mortals, metals, and mountains.
How can I respect you any more than I already do?

If you need to, please, cry.

See! Even your tears are sweet!
Their taste fills my mouth and my heart.
Their scent brings me comfort,
Your rich life has permeated even the dust!

If you are full of tears, cry, and you give life.
If you are full of joy, shine, and you give life.
If you are full of words, breathe, and you give life...
Warm or cold, you are a beauty to behold.

If you are tired, take rest, that I see you in the silent night.
I want to see your stars, your thoughts, however dim or bright.
I want to see your blackness too, your faults, laid bare to sight.
I want to see your humbling depth, how much your heart loves right.

At last Queen don your shim'ring crown,
With stardust ever falling down,
The crescent moon upon your hair,
Though cratered... You're unrivaled fair.