I In times of warmth love and comfort dear Have their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you earn your house name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I will be as I must without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day When hour after passes by And still I feel so far away From that 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 missing too much. My paradox is that I at this While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this long, day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to 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 That once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far away my heart to go.
IV It only a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.