Be

Lost on a painted sky

Where the clouds are hung for the poet's eye

You may find him, if you may find him



There on a distant shore

By the wings of dreams, through an open door

You may know him, if you may



Be as a page that aches for a word

Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

And the one god will make for your day



Sing as a song in search of a voice that is silent

And the sun god will make for your way



And we dance to a whispered voice

Overheard by the soul, undertook by the heart

And you may know it, if you may know it



While the sand would become the stone

Which begat the spark, turned to living bone

Holy Holy, Sanctus Sanctus



Be as a page that aches for a word

Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

And the one god will make for your day



Sing as a song in search of a voice that is silent

And the one god will make for your way