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
