Unforgettable Evening

On a golden sun kissed evening we met on a hill, Her looks were shy and laugh was shrill, Her skin was fair, and her smile was a ghost, And among the things I lost I miss my heart the most, She stole my words and since, I have been trying to find, Which cotton cloud she has been hiding behind, She hides so subtly behind a screen, Of my words and thoughts, not to be seen, Yet I feel her presence everywhere I go, Gentle, ethereal, just a hint, no more. She is in the colors that I paint; she is in the songs that I sing, She is in everywhere, and she hides in every- thing. The setting sun had turned her curly hair to crimson flames, The evening shadows danced on her dress playing their games, The evening breeze, blowing softly above, Witnessed silently as I fell in love, her looks were shy and her laugh was shrill. I remember well the day. We met on that hill.