The Revealing Science of God can 

Be seen as an ever-opening flower in which 

And magic of the past and how we should not forget 

The song that has been left to us to hear. The

Knowledge of God is a search, constant and clear.



Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,

Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten

Colored in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,

Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.

Dawn of thought transferred through 

Moments of days under searching earth

Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, 

Disjointed but with purpose,

Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructor's sharp

And tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.

Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused

Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing

Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.

Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many

Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span

Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.



Talk to the sunlight caller

Soft summer mover distance mine



Called out a tune but I never saw the face

Heard but not replaced

I ventured to talk, but I never lost my place



Cast out a spell rendered for the light of day

Lost in lights array

I ventured to see, as the sound began to play



What happened to this song we once knew so well

Signed promise for moments caught within the spell

I must have waited all my life for this

Moment moment



The future poised with the splendor just begun

The light we were as on