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