The Man in the Cloud

The Man in the Cloud

I was where I ought not be,

In my sin, I ventured forth,

In a stolen craft, at sea.

In my sin, I ventured forth,

Into a cloud not risen,

I feared not my dire course.

Into a cloud not risen,

My senses all had failed me,

Intoxicated with sin.

My senses all had failed me,

Gray on gray, no up, no down,

I reeled in uncertainty.

Gray on gray, no up, no down,

I moved without confusion,

I knew not when to turn 'round.

I moved without confusion,

In a blissful loneliness,

Without wanting to be done.

In a blissful loneliness,

A voice bade me "Good morning",

I shrieked and cried "Who is this?"

A voice bade me "Good morning",

The man in the cloud spoke more,

He asked what I was doing.

The man in the cloud spoke more,

I was where I ought not be,

I travel that way no more.