The shadow of a cloud moved o’er the ground,
I turned around to find you were not there;
No last words of goodbye, no tearful sound –
Just distant highway sounds borne through the air.
How came I now to be here, all alone?
It isn’t the same sun that lately shone
The shadow of a cloud that softly passed
And dimmed the brightness only for awhile,
Across a landscape windswept, gray and vast –
This place is one that most men would beguile.
I walk this shore for it’s the road I’m on:
But find no rest, no haven, and no dawn
And bent now, he who once walked on so proud:
I slowly chase
Of a cloud