The Storm Angel

The colours are raging and falling and twisting
The tempest is screaming for someone to break
They watch, in the middle a young girl is standing.
Her eyes filled with hope that the storm couldn’t take.

Strewn around her are pieces so ragged
Spirits and hearts that are cracked at the seams.
And they are wondering, if those are so fragile
Why is there barely a scratch on her dreams?

What they can’t see are the arms wrapped around her
Shielding her from violent thunder and rain
Hidden, the words and the smile cast through shadow.
Always so bright as to blind from the pain.

Yes, the girl stands, but she’s held by a figure
He who supports her and keeps her upright
Even in dark, fifty million stars guide her.
He is the sun who still shines in the night.

And when her vision begins to grow blurry.
Clouded by drizzle and constant debris,
Closing her eyes, his are clear as he calms her
Leading her forward when she cannot see.

So when the angel is fallen and weary
Battered by tempest and hunted by pain
She’ll stand on her own, but she leans on a memory:
The boy who would shield her from thunder and rain.