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. Was in the dawn of early spring, when first I heard the Sirens' sing. Their voices so intent 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 deep blue sky, to their persistent calls, would I relent. My belongings, did I gather, left the meadows against my rather. Thus began my answer to their call. Long the path did I 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 bottom. To the Sirens' song, I did adhere. Now the winter of my life, the song is sung, it's meaning rife. Why that spring, the Sirens' called to me. Looking back across the ages, Over my life, and all it's stages The Sirens' sung my sojourns' destiny.