I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you earn house that name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day When hour after passes by And I feel so very far away From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My paradox is that I at this While being I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I love twice bound be Alas, I slip and to them show That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off at last But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.