I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how did you earn your house that name When judged by years it's new? My home is not my home just the same. And so I will be as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour after passes by And I feel so very far away From which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after someone's Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am missing too much. My paradox is that I weep at While being glad I have a 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 I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool ask for nothing save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past 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 tongue between my Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The further off your face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to harder still to measure Time.