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