I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you your house that name judged by years it's relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I be happy as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day hour after hour 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 almost too much. My is that I weep at this being glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my to hide away 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 break the That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I listened to the tone Of thy too far off at last But now I find 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 I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been made And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder to measure Time.