I In of warmth when 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 home with you? And how then did you earn your house that When judged by years it's relatively My is not my home here just the same. And so I be happy as I must 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 From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I 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 Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for save my company And yet I seem to break the rule That once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show That far my heart desires to go.
IV It only a moment 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 hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a of grass 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 seemeth your 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder still to Time.