Fallen Angel : Moments

you are worth the sum of two moons and
three-hundred and ninety-seven crystalline stars.
you outshine everything

you are beautiful, like a fallen paper angel, with
tattered wings and a shipwreck smile, and
your halo is woven from strands of golden
and smiles
and love.

you are damaged, maybe, but through your cracks
and bruises shines a glow that's worth the hurt, seeping through
your fractures like the ocher-eyed sun,
the silver-threaded rain,
the sunset-spattered sky.

you speak of translucent dreams and strawberry skies
and black-and-blue fingertips pressed to forlorn skin.
to you, i can say 'i'll be there you', and i'll always mean it.