If you go
Far away
I would grow

Sails or wings
To cross the deep
Above or underneath


If the eastern winds
Blow kind across

The empty space
Between my arms
I'll make believe them

Feathers to
Be light enough
To fly to you


And if no vessel
Roams that way,

I could set out
On sails and dreams
To cross the deep

On frail winds of sleep
And air
And gather you there


For the sight of water
Has me long

To be swallowed up
And sailed out
In the body of

A whale to
Be fast enough
To sail to you