By Coda
Date: 24 July 2000

The Princess

looking to the stars, a cloak of midnight engulfing her body
the color that seems to radiate like it was just dusted after a lonely winter
pinholes break the seemingly endless dripping opaque darkness
to shine down, to twinkle and wink at this woman
one arm outstretched, like a sole limb from a long-past burnt trunk
motionless, held in place by a longing to touch that wink
her cheeks, the color of powdered sugar next to this night
one small line drooping from the edge of one of her saphire solitaires
breaking the smooth landscapes of her cheek
the emotion on this visage, lonely despair
as a velvety rose would seem if the sun forgot to shine
her legs as if lost, hanging loosly over the banister
wishing they could be wandering, or dancing
her other arm, grasping the banister as if to hold her body
from drooping as that rose would soon undergo
held steadfast her entirity, body and heart
a single expression escapes her parted lips;
"my prince, where can you be?"