Crescent Prose

Somewhere between the parentheses was a universe full of indigo dreams and honeyed hopes. There was a constellation of promise in those robust syllables that stood muscular and strong, on sentry for soft siblings that washed gently like spring water across the page. It was drenched with meaning that nourished the very heart of her. Somewhere between the parentheses she found hope in the indigo promise of things to come.