When I look to the night sky 

what I see is beautiful, 

cratered by imperfections,                                                                          

scintillating above me                                                                                 

and the world below                                                                                              

dominating the night

challenged by stars

only revealing one side

of your two faces

one dark

the other bright

one of wounds

the other unbeknownst

to human eye

enticed by Earth’s gravity

yet you control your own

the waves crash

in your honor

pulling the tides in and out

even at times 

blocking the light from the sun

you show

that being under control 

doesn’t mean losing control