The golden day that you were here
Sits still within my restless mind;
The loss-of-time, the faraway,
The hope I can no longer find
The silver night was full of tears,
And sentences I could not say;
So many days that make up years,
But just one
Golden
Day
This is a beautiful poem and photograph of a beautiful woman on a golden day. Surely the sunset will find threads of gold to sew the silver night closed and bring her a new day filled with hope.