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 myself back where you are? Is it home is only home with you? And how did you earn your house that name When judged by it's relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day When after hour passes by And still I feel so far away that which I desire - yes, thee 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 almost too much. My paradox is that I at this While glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this 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 nothing save my And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth once I love twice I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past 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 underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips Past caring how forlorn it sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth your trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.