Poem – The Sirens of Fate

Beware the sirens that fate has conjured.

Notice the hopes that the soul has pondered.
Listen with your eyes and smell the electricity in the air.
That is when you will notice something very rare.
The Aquarian Sun that sits within the eyes of the dream.

Would call to me and become a new theme.
I would be asked to let go of the known.

To become a lark … finally flown.

Up into the air to pass the stars in the sky.
That is how one discovers that past that old bull’s eye.
Something waits to become whole and free.
It was destined to happen … now it was going to be up to me.

~Suzanne Wagner~