The sun set behind the cricket pavilion
As my magnificent host
Toasted the evening with champagne
I had little interest in his celebration
As I was counting your summer clouds
We swan together in the great lakes of the estate
And watched as the shooting stars
Fell gracefully from the sky
In a quiet corner away from the disturbance
You read about polar explorers
Covered in whale fat
Teaching the Eskimos
About the mysteries of the sun