Prelude:
Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources
Chased amid fusions of wonder. In moments hardly seen forgotten
Coloured 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 undersearching 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...
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The Revealing Science of God
Dance of the Dawn
...They move fast, they tell me
But I just can’t believe they really mean to
There’s someone to tell you
Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you
Getting over overhanging tress, let them rape the forest
Thoughts would send our fusion
Clearly to be home
Getting over wars we do not mean, or so it seems so clearly
Sheltered with our passion
Clearly to be home
They move fast, they tell me
But I just can’t believe they really mean to
There’s someone to tell you
And I just can’t believe our song will leave you...
The Remembering
High the Memory
...Like a dreamer all our lives are only lost begotten changes
We relive in seagull’s pages
Outward ways
Things are all in colours and the size of others shall send you forward
Arranged to sail you toward
A peace of mind
Will we reach, winds allow
Other skylines
Other skylines to hold you...
‘The Ancient’
Giants Under the Sun
...As one with the knowledge and magic of the source
Attuned to the majesty of music
They marched as one with the Earth...
Ritual
Nous Sommes Du Soleil
...Look me my love sentences move dancing away
We join we receive as our song memories long
Hope in a way
Nous sommes du Soleil
Hold me around lasting hours
We love when we play...
Lyrics by Jon Anderson & Steve Howe
All paintings are acrylic on plywood with occasional oil marbling, 16"x32" (1995)
