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