One More Colour

"Is it lasting?", and in asking, the sphere becomes a line

A dotted line, and to follow it, you must make a jump each time

A dotted page, a dotted hillside, a blast of dots

A blind reader, a flock of sheep, or a blast of trumpet shots

Here

All we have here is sky

All the sky is, is blue

All that blue is, is one more colour now

To measure the tower's invisible sway inside the moving skies

The cough of a swallow that softly lies there as loudly as it died

The same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can

All he says is, "It suits me fine, that's the way I am"

Here

All we have here is sky

All the sky is, is blue

All that blue is, is one more colour now

Speak a little softer, work a little harder, shoot less with more care

Sing a little sweeter, and love a little longer, and soon you will be there

Here

All we have here is sky

All the sky is, sky blue

All that blue is, is one more colour

One more colour

One more colour now

And these are some reasons, just like the seasons, they turn and then they fly

The honkless geese 'neath the goatless ledge in the speckless sky

The speckless sky

The speckless sky

I hear you

I hear you

I hear you