Pale - Helena Deland

Spending this much time

In my naked body’s

Not making it familiar to me

Trying to get used to it

I read what’s on me

See-through blue’s the colour

True love leaves in tiny

Marks, gone so soon

Quiet stars in mid-afternoon

Pale

«It doesn’t make me feel young»

I say «It's something more motherly»

I’ll leave in his arms if it’s not I who has to carry

When the night rolls in

A tongue that holds me softly

I’ll melt into sleep

And then am told a different story

In dreams gone so soon

Roaring streams taking me to you

Pale

Pale

Pale

Pale

Gone