What would you do, wide Blue Sky,
If I rode a whim someday
To reach out and touch
Your shimmering self?
Would you bend like a blue membrane
Quivering at my fingers’ touch?
Would you break like the brittle snow
Flaking off the roof of Space?
Would you yield like a pale liquid
Smearing my hand with cerulean hue?
Would you vanish like a whimsy screen
Baring the wonders that lie beyond?
What would you do, wide Blue Sky?
If I rode a whim someday
To reach out and touch
Your shimmering self?
Would you bend like a blue membrane
Quivering at my fingers’ touch?
Would you break like the brittle snow
Flaking off the roof of Space?
Would you yield like a pale liquid
Smearing my hand with cerulean hue?
Would you vanish like a whimsy screen
Baring the wonders that lie beyond?
What would you do, wide Blue Sky?
A Pleasant Evening's Sky! |