~~ The Morning Star Regression ~~

standing on a jutting cliff, the mermaid turns and slips away
dives down into the ocean saying shes so sorry she can't stay
the foam of the thundering sea is a pounding and rushing unearthly green
the purple rock cliff face majestic, pale like her skin with a heavenly gleam

chase the wind; the light, through lifetimes and pastimes
chase the girl who runs away across Aeons and poetic rhymes

what gyroscope within the Real could underwrite such lovely trials?
so serious and not serious, such heart breaking delightful wiles
Ipsissimus rides the Dragon so that the light chases their behind
running away into darkest days,
filling time with universal mind

this whole life I've had this memory,
for a while thinking I saw it on TV
like a realistic animation
that is binding me to be free

so I walk into the underworld
and follow her right into the sea
just like a unicorn who knows
this is all that's meant to be
and with Sedna smiling at me,
her father now forgiven
we summon up a mighty dolphin song
until back from the Sea she is given

and so many ages of time have passed;
true ages, not some simple cycle
Anael, stella matutina, and the Taxiarch Archangel Michael

It is only ever a star who parts the sea, and now you have your sign

Da Da, Da Da, Da Da
Da Da
Da Da, Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da

~~ Under a Super Moon ~~

some night amidst some stretch of time
cloaked in grey and stormy mists
coquettish spirits of unforgiving feminine divine
teach me skills of tender trysts

who am I? who am I? who am I? who am I?
inquiry after release, let go to control
hold on to be free, focus out to know me
a chest emptying into void endless hole

im sucking it in, what this has to give
another pole to dance, there is no mask
there is no dancer, there is only laughter
only working towards some great task

and I have to ask, to the emptiness
and beg to bleed just a little more
I don't belong, no I don't run along
this thread of inherited and forgotten lore

what do I want? what do I want?
how do I know I'm here really?
my cycles, an orbit, energy recycles
energy returns, and a truth not nearly..

..so super, or sublime
as the taste of a life
without a story told
without holding back
non, anon, adieu
to you, another swoon
beneath a supermoon