Follow the water to its source. right up the valley.Trace a winding course.I want to see those things youSing about like bottled visions I have taken. I dream aloud.Now, teach me to see without obstruction. all I want to know,Just how you function.Back to the roots of your existence, bring me along.Conjure a moment, hide your frame.under the starlight, your ledgerHeld their names. and I could seeyour hands vividly as they extracted the color fromWords and strings.Well, all through the nightThose restless hours I saw by the light that you provided.Skies not so bright compared to whatyou keep behind those eyes.Morning derouse me from my sleep.I was reluctant to acknowledge truthFrom dream. for you had comeand gone so hastily, but I was grateful forOne night beside the stream.Teach me to see without obstruction.All I want to know, just how you function. back to the roots of yourExistence. bring me along.Lost, our sense of space and time as the river banks grew wide.And the frost clung to our sides, you and I.