I In times of warmth when love and dear cast their blindless light 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 did you earn your house that name When judged by it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure 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 that I at this being glad I have 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 Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing save my And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue my lips caring how forlorn it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme harder still to measure Time.