Unowned

My words are your words —
Neither yours nor mine

Flowing from a stream
Before you, before me —
Pebbles on the shore

Drifting, unspoken —
Like birdsong, unclaimed
A rustling breeze, unheard
Till mind wakens
Eyes see — hands gather —
And voice shapes
Air’s own song

Your ears — my sounds
Mine in speaking, yours
In hearing —
The same stream flows
Ours when sensed —
Then gone, unowned
Neither yours —
Nor mine