Maroondah Reservoir

Maroondah Reservoir - Augie March

To be

A bee a moth

Four wings spread for the soft last touch

Of glory sun

Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons -

One hundred different suns

In a hundred different heavens

Spied from a rowboat -

Stroke nought is spoken

Before you know it the spell is broken

You might wonder where you are

Floating on the reservoir

I have counted the notes

We landed here not many years ago

And it was not a pretty song that we composed:

La la la the early bird he knows

You hang from the cherry bough

When you＇re lichen yourself and leave -

The cold cold scent of stone and mulch

The great stone wall to stave the rush

To think that peace might be too much

Waiting for that giant touch

The lake the fir-fringed lake -

Placid and ample birded breezed and dappled

Through the mountain break

Through the mountain break

A moment take a moment a moment

You might wonder where you are

Perched up on the reservoir

Adolf in the white hotel

All this time we＇ve been in hell

You might wonder where you are

Perched above the reservoir

Luis of the lake retire

Before they set the lake on fire

Before they set the lake on fire

Before they set the lake on fire