The Queen

In the midst two of ethereal moons
you hide the stars and the skies
clouds melt like pieces of sugar
in the oceans of your pure eyes

Your silky face abbreviate beauty
light disappears when you arise
your countenance attracts all hopes
and repaints the image of paradise

My words bow in your presence
my poetic wolves embrace their cries
to whisper into the universe’s ear :  
oh queen, You are the angelic smiles