Jonette Paroles

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 a whale to
be fast enough
to sail to you