Stardust comes out of your eyes, my angel | final version

Each time that your eyes speak,
the clouds bow to your passage…
your eyelids bodyguards of your treasure.
Stars … clouds … light … how can they be contained
within your eyes...
and I am a small god unprepared to see the light of your eyes
shyly in the beginning … with audacity then
avid for your shine …
a gaze that caresses what it see
the skies kneel with respect to your passage,
guardians, lest the wind extinguishes your footprints …
stars’ shine and I in the universe of senses wait for the miracle,
the one that will bring me again near to your path …
I reach out to touch you, to feel you, to see inside you …
to be touched by this gaze … to be lifted to your realm of stars
dizziness and vertigo... yes! You look at me!
but your eyes upon me a smoldering fire
I feel around me the stardust that come out of your eyes, my angel …
it falls slowly on my body and envelops me,
it melts away my feet and lifts up my soul …