Incomplete.

Remember, how we were as one
A sweet memory of the sun
To swing with me beneath the trees
In cherry orchards, on our knees
Prancing with the antelope
And held together by a rope
A stronger bond contained us then
Then anything we've felt since when
We held ourselves together close
And now we look back to that ghost
The memory, here like a thread
A sweet desire, mixed with sin
A moment that we yearn for yet
A thirst that we have now to quench.