[(Tipton, Halford, Downing) 4.01 from "Point of Entry"]
Golden halos radiating higher
Diamond visions softly breathing fire
Sky processions we are watching you arrive
Silver crystals arching beams below
What light spirals lifting up to go
Gla** formations solar angels spread their wings
Spectral gliders drifting in the air
Wheels of wonder floating everywhere
Draped in rainbows gently we ascend