When You and I Were One

I have seen the rose in the morning

Perfuming drops of dew

Yet hold a thought in the evening,
The memory of you.

I have walked in the dust of the desert

And over forgotten land,

Yet hold to a thought in the gloaming

That once I touched your hand.

I have tasted the fruit of the autumn

Redolent of sun

Yet hold a thought of the springtime

When you and I were one.