Indigo Angel
In the lines of your quarried face
are granite truths and pastel mysteries
part-time jester - full-time thief of hearts
doubting the existence of great gifts,
tears in the fabric of self-worth.
In the violet crag of your word,
the echoes of a billion wizened steps.
Sunflower soul - harboring underground seeds.
Lightning bolt anger marbled with hummingbird heartbeats.
A moth-dusted soul seeking something ocean blue deep.
Something more than shallow phrases and rat-nibbled deeds.
You're a parched rose praying for thundercloud attention.
Yearning for a different flavor of strength.
A heart minted with the firmament of God.
To know for certain that angels tend to your day.
From your ruby colored throat, there are gentle night songs
and the hooves of tragedies approaching.
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