I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only home with And how then did you your house that name When judged by years it's new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so very far From 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 raven And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I at this While glad 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 am I for the ones I fool They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to break the sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past caring how it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.