I never know
To whom they speak
Those spirits
From other worlds.
Do they mean me
When they whisper
Through the trees?
Is it their voice
That sings a siren’s song
Off the choppy
River waves,
Seducing me with
Favorable omen
I have no right
To expect, or do I
Wish for too much
And get only what
I deserve
As I stumble
Over unseen stone
Along this leaf-cluttered
Path to now where,
Wondering how I might
Ever get back?
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