Dawn of light lying between the silence and sold sources
Chased amid fusions of wonder
In moments hardly seen forgotten
Colors 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 instructors sharp and tender love
As we took to the air
A picture of distance
Dawn of our power we amuse
Re descending as fast as misused expressions
As only to teach love
As to reveal passion chasing late into corridors
And we danced from the ocean
Dawn of love sent within us colors of awakening
among the many want to follow
Only tunes of a different age
As the links span our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting
this was written by John Anderson and Steve Howe (not bad for a couple of rock artists eh? read into the words and see where it takes you. I think they are shamanic myself.
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