If it was not for the wind

If it was not for the wind
I would be there in spirit
Somewhere—embodied
If it was not for the seas
Volcanic ashes, tirelessly
Mounting and moaning,
Ever inwardly, groaning
I would be there
The inlets island too your shires.
I would be there
I would be there
Yes, beloved dearly
I would join with you your kid.
In your myriad cattle choirs
I would be there
I would be there
If it wasn't for these drab spheres?
The stars the planets...
I would be there
I would be there
Too unfasten opaque blue eyes.
I would be there
I would be there
Unyoking, your sunlit talents
I would be there
Bathe the moonlight
I would be there
Beholden the dark luminosity of old habits.
I would be there