Galaxy

 But she is the "Galaxy".

Her crown is made of stars.

Her veil is weaved out of the softest clouds.

Her hair brings the soft darkness of night.

Her smile brings the brightness of the day.

Her tears bring the rain,

her breath is the whistling wind.

Her eyes burn like the sun.

So her gaze is fierce and loving.

She has the sword in her aura,

She has music in her voice,

Her footstep roars as a thunderstorm

But she dances like a soft flowing ocean.

She is endless as a Universe.