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 sun god will make for your way