Whither have you come from, arising like the morning sun,
What does the world hold for you, my love,
Sometimes you worry me, I cannot say how or why,
You are so far. But I yearn for you, and I worry for you.
You are from the earth, so many dreams but no wings to fly,
None that you came with, but let me make you some, I said,
No, you belong to none, you are like the wind, which softly
Touches me and moves on, to touch another,
But I fear for you, lest you be lost, so come hither, I say,
Nay, you wont listen to me, your own were not your own.
Your own never did own you, as you don’t own anyone,
Nor owned by any.