I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again back where you Is it that home is only home with And how then did you earn your house that When judged by it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you sugar as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When hour after hour by And still I feel so far away that which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at being glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to hide The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the ones I ask for nothing save my company And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth once I love twice I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show That far away my heart to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how forlorn it sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A wind ravages my mind As though I were a of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off your face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.