[(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