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