I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn house that name When judged by years it's relatively My home is not my home just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so very far From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I had pined after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And here I am almost too much. My is that I weep at this While being glad I have a to miss.
III Heartsick I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my to hide away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I love twice bound be Alas, I often slip and to show That far away my heart to go.
IV It only a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips caring how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A wind ravages my mind As though I a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.