Cloud on my brow

If you have seen that cloud in the sun

Like a drape in the light

Putting a haze

In the mellowed broth

Or is it one more cloud on my way

And it seemed to be smiling

As if it knew my path

Like a puzzle from nowhere 

Softly softly seeking the end of my moves

Friends, wise men, followers

I am taking this turn

That never would want to settle for

Steadfastness or the mimicry

Of a bygone hour

One more cloud on my brow

It was like the sweeping green

Rinsing the light drops from the brim 

The road is getting smaller 

And the mist widens to hold the drift