Gregorian

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