Remember the old mill set against the reflections of flowers dancing in the waves waves that have now since gone I'm still ravenous but alas you cannot bottle the moments of the past the bows that shouts your name drills dangerous and far into paths of the old forest and sweeps like an owl around my heart recall how the shades roamed sharp and fast as horses and the light bred and mingled sweet as honey upon our skin and lips those days are forgotten and pale to an immensity of forest no stretch of sky may bear the tale long