Take not this day you heart to danger’s shore
Whare rocks are lethal singing their sweet songs
For peril waits for you in its dark store
Its songs may lure you sounding oh so pure
Honeyed words put right all this world’s wrongs
Take not your heart this day to danger’s shore
Use all your wits to know what is the score
Entangle not your heart in smiling fronds
For peril waits for you in their dark store
Remember those who floundered here before
This cannot be where your true soul belongs
Take not your heart this day to danger’s shore
For peril waits for you in its dark store
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I am reminded of the Sirens singing to Odysseus as he struggles to get free from where his men have bound him to the mast. I enjoyed your poem Lorraine and shall try to steer clear of sirens and their tempting song. Best, Kevin
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Awe so lovely! so beautiful!
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