Whose Are These

Whose are these?

They are not mine

They must come from some other time

Some other place

Long ago

I watched the water drawn from snow

These eyes that wince

Not at my face

They grasp memories I dare not trace

These eyes they cry

Songs I don't know

And yet their tune so.....(?) flow

I stole them from your daughter!

I stole them from your mother!

These hands of the lost child

Their dreams remain defiled!

Their dreams remain defiled