An angel past upon the morning, in the dawn of time, upon a light she was imploring sense upon the mind. In dream’s she’d seen the world in turning atmosphere of change, upon the many paths we set, that shadows will arrange. In image left before we task upon the road we pave, upon consorting consequence upon the morning wave. Upon the moonlight, within fashioned, to the fortunes met, on travels we’ve indulged to call upon the land we’ve slept. In spirit, as in thoughts of sense designed upon the wind, the path we know the breeze will blow our destinies begin.