I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it home is only home with you? And how then did you earn your that name When judged by it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I will be happy as I Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour hour passes by And still I so very far away From that which I - 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 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 smile and try my to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing my company And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show That far away my desires to go.
IV It only 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 underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has been made 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 seemeth your 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.