I In of warmth when love and comfort dear cast their blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself back where you are? Is it that home is home with you? And how then did you earn your that name When judged by years it's new? My home is not my home just the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you sugar as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour hour passes by And I feel so very 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 raven And here I am missing too much. My paradox is that I weep at 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 hide The pain, the life, the love I forget am I for the ones I fool They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show That far away my heart to go.
IV It seems only a moment 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 my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.