The Missing Day by Tatiana Pahlen

The Missing Day
By Tatiana Pahlen

Another night concedes its place
to the blithesome morning;
I watch the scarlet lights are painting the sky.
Still peaceful when the birds announce the warning,
before the entry of its Brilliant Sunrise!

Loosening the blinds I leave my shift
as the disk is climbing
to face hard pillows jolly waiting for revenge;
They spied at me as I enjoyed a night tryst,
Bed in the dark alerts me like a cage.

But in my dreams I'm away
from the sloppy tables;
Wine spots, wet ashes and loads of the candlelight.
My pale lean cheeks are fuller when I'm able
to greet the sun with birds and tightly sleep at night.