Harken to the siren’s song,
Calling forth now, ‘Come. Belong’.
Though tempest sea does rage.
In melody she sings out true,
Awakened heart from ocean’s blue.
Empowered words assuage
Memories that fade at last,
Submerged in cleansing sea-foam blast,
As since creation’s age.
Portentious dreams awake inside,
Where love fears not, nor seeks to hide
But battles still they wage.
Akin to fear, is love so lost,
Refuse and measure what the cost,
Trapped in sunken cage.
Lifebelt thrown to save a heart,
A mind and body, siren marks
And, feelings, tries to gauge.
Eyes will seek inside that soul
While stormy seas do thwart the goal.
Howling winds enrage.
Shipwrecked on the shore of love,
Receive this gift from up above
As God and man engage.
The siren’s song will wreck your ship
But cargo will she save.
No soul will perish at her words
Her song, road golden, paves.
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