The world had refused
my well-formed creations,
My love no reward
for its smooth sympathy.
I took my desire
to sea for a lifetime,
To find some small passion
for this soul's release.
Discovered the truth
as siren's eyes found me,
Her song written for
a forgotten sixth sense.
My lover's warm touch
gave me understanding;
I followed her down
to a quiet absence.
The Siren
Jeff Doak
Copyright © 1996 Jeff Doak. All rights reserved.
©1997 by Carole Robinson robinson@mcn.org 
Her hair as golden as the sun,
Her eyes show secrets, known to none.
Her skin adorned by shells and things
I do not know the song she sings.
Her confidence, though silent speaks
Her soul powerful, never weak
Her love for life lies within
And with each day, she's born again.
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