Isle lake
A ferry from the old days
A cloudless sky and cold waves
August
A memory far behind us
A place they'll never find us
When the light is setting on the hill
Where do we remain
We don't have to wait
Lane Cove
A basin near the pine grove
Through thimbleberry-lined rows
Silence
We close our summer eyelids
Remember why you tried this
When the light is setting on the hill
Where do we remain
We don't have to wait