I take your eyes with me to the park
Words come pouring through me
Am I the vessel for your words?
Are you the vessel for the the images I see?
Landscapes start to come alive
As new worlds descend upon me
Images trickle down my veins
A symphony of sounds I start to see
hand carved stone, and buried bones
of water falls, and hanging trees
and little birds that sing to thee
I bend and bow like that old willow tree
Pulled by the river that carries me to thee
Yes, I am a vessel for your love
Now won't you just pour into me