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 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 heart beats a moth dusted soul seeking something ocean blue deep- something more than shallow phrases and rat nibbled deeds. You're 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 her day. From your ruby colored throat, there's gentle night songs and the hooves of tragedies approaching.