I’m following the path to joining you/ the cricket singing and the owl

howling/ the beating of my heart pursuing you/ your voice is the Sirens

call can not break from/ tied at the mast of the ship while losing my

mind/ and your singing being sweet as ice picks piercing my brain/

The waves hitting the sides of the ship/ my men trying to steer it to

safety/ there is no safe harbor for us/ we are at the mercy of the gods

laughing at us/ the skies and waves roar at us at our futile attempt/

while our arms tire at the oars/ we are shipwrecked survivors in an

unknown land/ a Goddess is supposed to show up and us to see her in

full splendor and her intentions to seduce me/ and I love it.

EO