On seats upon more verdant greens,
A blooming spark commences scenes.
Beholden leisureness belies
The hearts’ impatient, roaring cries.

On seats upon a metal bird,
Nostalgic home grows unobscured.
Unbridled feelings blossom slow
For love and care and rest and snow.

Imprisoned thoughts incensed in me
Harass with soft intensity.
Exhausted eyes give way to streams,
Relieved by sweet, deceiving dreams.

But now, with time, I lie, awake,
Observing ev’ry past mistake
I’ve made, so now I see so far,
That I’ve made this all that you are.