I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only with you? And how then did you earn your house that When judged by years it's relatively My home is not my home here 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 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 pined after someone's Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And here I am almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this While glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to hide The pain, the life, the I can't forget am I for the ones I fool They ask for nothing save my 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 my heart desires to go.
IV It only 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 my fingertips I feel your flesh, 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 of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and your The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder to measure Time.