And I cast a piece of balsa into the fast flowing stream 

Why did you do that

I was interested in its destiny

It vanished beneath the willow trees 

Was that the destiny of the balsa 

Possibly I will never know 

Let us eat at my table of beauty 

And I will describe the clouds that I saw from the beach today

Were there many 

Not as many as I had expected 

Were they beautiful 

All clouds are beautiful 

But there was one that stood out 

Unlike the others it was not sea suspended

But positioned inland almost directly above the castle 

The late light of the day had turned it grey 

A memorable grey slowly turning black as if it was a storm cloud 

Why did you find it so beautiful 

It was because of its shape

Its island shape 

So I named it after you 

Cyprus in the Sky