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 [bad word] 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