I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how did you earn your house that name When by years it's relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure 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 after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And I am missing almost too much. My is that 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 smile and try my best to hide 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 I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show 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 flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how forlorn it I'll sleep to 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 cometh I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.