Adrianna

Days are warmer under your blush
A blush of an angel, the spirits of dust.
When you stare at the clouds, and the wind
Clings to you, just shows you direction
To make it through.

Rejoice in God, my love
In the golden heavens above, and remember that you
Are in his arms, keeping you from
The shadow of harm.

When I hear your voice, I mistake
It for an angel, now I rejoice. And so
I look upon your blush of rose, and cherish
Your presence until the ash will close.

So don’t be afraid, Adrianna, to open
The new door, for God is waiting behind it
And with him you’ll hurt no more.

Dedicated to an angel of God,
And to a good friend.
-Adrianna