I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you earn your house name When judged by years it's relatively My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When after hour passes by And I feel so very far away From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after 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 this 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 my company And yet I cannot to break the rule That sayeth once I love twice bound be Alas, I slip and to them show That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off at last But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis still to measure Time.