There Is a Certain Paleness

[annaka]

There is a certain paleness,
under the rosy red that is June,
visible on cheeks of fawn,
a kind of winter
that extends to her soul.

Dormant eyes staring long,
the lights are on
but no one is home.

She is not either,
standing in a pool of midnight shadow
deeper than the sorrow in her eyes - of cornflower blue-
deeper than the ocean of which she dreams about,
of sailing across,
leaving the shore,
and her present life
in the past,
for a future.