Magnus III - Xanadu
My dearest of Fathers
That who be Doctor You in a Phone Booth
Our Clark Kent that reverse engineered the tent
Memory lapse of that smaller then usual underwear
Perfection to time period hair of Hyperion Debonare
1980’s Mercedes Enterprise class bearded memoirs
Selling Skywalker as first order to fired reporters
Yes to your suprise it is I, “that” daughter
Your favourite right wing news live on a camcorder
Screaming for my ice creamery sanctuary
It’s life with love, our emotional support dairy
Father's old enemy of stained habadashry
On overnight shipment of mispelled Italian upholstery
Smiling me with those missing teeth lollies
Melt thy heart of no needed sorry
Shining reminders of the most convincing at store
With her golden hair soaring in Summers dawn
Most precious time be with Dad & Daughter
How one must save the world from her shelling mortar
Never need to drive far in our sky view car
To this shore to hear them sing our ancient lore
Listen with our elven ears, to the calling star
Our ocean melody be this singing sea
Come, see us stand singing with a sitar
Riding her sea horse while composing water orchestras
Shimmering isles of the lost crystal palace
Shining light upon the darkened mind map
How once it sat with view upon horizons door
Whales tasked to call
Echo the Dolphin chorus
The rising peak of compositional chasms on tidal balance
Pickup those shells sleeping on sea floor
So many years have they held their call
People who stand upon edge of the world
Free to be honey to a hummingbird
Dancing with tassels in our thoughts
Princess Melody of calling sea
Speak to me with emotions of empathy
To the deepest sea we sing to rise the keep
Carefully my delicacy of ear be your softest whisper
Tell me of secrets that keep us apart
Little Miss rising star from Kryptonian Mars
Happiest of feet dancing to beat right next to me
My very own little GT Eleanor
Shelby shells that fell from blue moon monsoons
The archway to platform 9 3/4
Shall we see through gates of our ladies necklace
Cry oh beautiful Isla of ascending shore
Warm my heart in winters storm
Love we wrote on scrolled up notes
To tell the tale of all who fell
Find our Sailors Salem in Sanctum Sanctuary
Lost ghosts in notes do we float upon Moby’s sea
His universal response to no cost she be
On flybuy flights to rehearsal tours
Our post grunge supernova cosmic girl
Reflecting life on her starfield tiara
Take breath of all who witness
This beauty treble clef on debutant ball
White lotus by your face to show thy ladies grace
Mend the broken shells
Sitting by your favourite place
Seek the water so shall it call to thee
Hear the tales of ten timbers top we left for you
Sea breeze to toning bells in your Mel shells
Build once more your calling heart by seashore
These Shelby shells of our calling door
Your blessed ear to hear such love
Sung in memorandum the old drum up North
Your mother be as always ever lovely
Will always taste her favourite honey
Tea and mystery be her afternoon fans
Wiping tears away with her healing hands
If only time be eternal in our mind
I would be the completion of my lifeline
My greatest gift I give all of thee
Princess of sea and all of me
My treasured heart
Presenting…….My Marvel Star
