Be

LostOn a painted skyWhere the clouds are hungFor the poet's eyeYou may find himIf you may find him
ThereOn a distant shoreBy the wings of dreamsThrough an open doorYou may know himIf you may
BeAs a page that aches for a wordWhich speaks on a theme that is timelessWhile the Sun God will make for your daySingAs a song in search of a voice that is silentAnd the one God will make for your way
And we danceTo a whispered voiceOverheard by the soulUndertook by the heartAnd you may know itIf you may know it
While the sandWould become the stoneWhich begat the sparkTurned to living boneHoly, holySanctus, sanctus
BeAs a page that aches for a wordWhich speaks on a theme that is timelessWhile the Sun God will make for your daySingAs a song in search of a voice that is silentAnd the one God will make for your way