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, and a blast of trumpet shots

Here

All we have here is sky

All the sky is, is blue

All the blue is, is one more colour now

A basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs

The autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs

Same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can

And 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 the blue is, is one more colour now

Speak a little softer, and work a little louder, and shoot less with more care

And 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, is blue

All the blue is, is one more colour

One more colour

One more colour now