The Lass by the Creek

I stood there, my eyes closed

My thoughts all jumbled 

I glimpsed the evening firmament

‘Beautiful!’ I mumbled.

My kilt was dancing gracefully

As the light winds passed

My tresses were shining vibrantly

At the rivulet I glanced.

There was a trivial tension

Within my motionless body

I turned back, looked about

And was faced by nothing and nobody.

I walked to the black boulders

And mounted the most dicey one

My shoe got stuck in between

My orifice gave away a grunt.

I felt on top of the world

As I stood on the greasy surface

I saw the staring face of the girl

As I bent over the water façade.

Putting my feet in the sparkling torrent

I felt a chill and a shiver

I kicked the water with strong zest

The water progressing as it glimmered.

Now I retrace my footsteps

To the petite hut I came from

But the memorable sundown I just spent

Would be remembered daily, without glum.