This is dedicated to a loved one, you know who you are.
Where did you come from?
Where did you come from?
Were you at the farm, under the sun?
Where were you all these years?
When I dreamt of hot summer days in your arms.
Wondering if you were out there, thinking of me.
Where were you hiding all this time?
Were you in the big cities or living in small towns?
Were you lost or completely found?
Where were you when I was dancing around?
Were you in the same fields, in my surrounds?
Where did you come from?
Was it a land that I’ve been to?
A place that I’ve heard of?
Were we neighbours or were we friends all along?
Who have you seen, what have you done?
Does your story end with mine, or is it beginning as we cross the lines?
Where did you come from?
The heavens above or the depths of my heart?
Did I draw you to life from my imagination?
Were you real or a hallucination?
Did you lock your lips on mine, or was that a dream that made me blind?
Where did you come from?
The light, the open air the trees?
Is this a true story or a mystery?
I can’t seem to answer these questions, I can’t seem to confirm.
Who you are and where you were.
You’re here now, that’s all I know.
I guess I need to let all the wonder go.
Souloom™ 