I In times of warmth when love and dear Have their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I wish to And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only home with And how then did you earn your that name When judged by it's relatively new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you tastes 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 raven And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this long, day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot to break the rule That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show far away 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 my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips caring how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.