I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it that I wish to And find myself back where you are? Is it that home is only home with And how then did you earn house that name judged by years it's relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When hour after passes by And still I feel so very far 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 raven And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this long, day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the ones I ask for nothing save my company And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off voice at But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off your face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.