You ask of me “What’s up”

And to you I’ll tell the truth

Of that which is above me

A sky much too blue.

A sky of slate, more pacifying

I’d rather in a warm, spring rain

The light of gray high above.

Over the sky much too blue

In the coo of the dusking dove.

The clear blue of the breaking sea.

And the salty spray of ocean breeze

Of that which is above me

A sky much too blue.

Deeper in the distance

A squall on the winds

The gloom of the dusking dove

Pacifying among

A sky much too blue.