I In times of warmth love and comfort dear Have their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn your that name When judged by years it's new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day When hour after 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 missing too much. My paradox is I weep at this While glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't 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 bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems only a past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy between my lips Past caring how it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been blind And waits now for the 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 harder to measure Time.