Hoist up the sail
Catch the suns
And we will fly through
the ocean of stars.
Across the yawning void
Heed the ancestors call
As we see what we hear and we haul
We will capture the light
On this vast sea of night
And we’ll rule the ocean of stars.

Hoist up the sail
Catch the suns
And we will fly through
the ocean of stars.
Across the yawning void
Heed the ancestors call
As we see what we hear and we haul
We will capture the light
On this vast sea of night
And we’ll rule the ocean of stars.

By John Donne, 1633
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

I was pulled in your direction
A mix of interest and affection
Between my inertia and your gravity
Now beset by introspection
All I have is circumspection
As I watch the world below me endlessly.

The Boreas made the gentlest noise,
As she struck the planet red
I never had but one true love
In a capsule, she lies dead.

Song 1 of 14. Written & Demo Completed Feb 2, 2022, during February Album Writing Month.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? Tell me.