To the Sirens'

To the Sirens'


Beyond me in the far-off distance,
I heard a voice with strong persistence.
The voice at first, I could not recognize.                                                        


It was the dawn of early spring,
When first I heard the Sirens sing.  
Their voices so intent, as to mesmerize.


At first, I feared them, not at all.
Their songs quite lovely, as I recall,
Back before I knew of their intent.


I did not feel the spring slip by,
But now in summer, neath the deep blue sky,
To their persistent calls, would I relent.


My belongings, did I gather.
I left the meadows against my rather.
Thus began my answer to their call


Along the path, I did wander,
All the while, did I ponder.
Fearful of the things that might befall.


As my days approached the Autumn,
My resistance was now on the bottom.
To the Sirens' song, I did adhere.


Now's the winter of my life
The song is sung, its meaning rife,
Why, that spring, the Sirens' called to me.


Looking back across the ages,
Over my life and all its stages,
The Sirens sang my sojourns' destiny.