I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
and I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to see it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the Lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don't belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windemere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off
But not without my muse
No, not without you