Pan, Mikhail Vrubel 1900. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Wild forest whispers
Ancient secrets
Rising on the summer wind
The moon’s riding high tonight
Bathed in blood-red light
He calls us to places where
Our very souls begin
Spirit of desire sublime
Dark green forestry
Coiling tendrils round each heart
The stars are blinking out their lights
But we feel no fear or fright
He calls us to the places where
Our very souls may start
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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The photo goes perfectly. Well done, Sis!! 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Souls beginning and souls starting, very good Helen, enjoyed this poem.
Thanks Michael! the earlier poem – Sad Lullaby – was based on the tune in the movie Pans Labrynth which I’d just been watching, just putting my own words to the melody, so then I thought I should write a tribute to Pan too!! 🙂 🙂
Always loved Pan. Really got a feel for him from your poem.
Thanks Charles!! 🙂 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂
Wow, this was brilliant & the image is perfect!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You’re most welcome! 😀
I absolutely love this one Sis xxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
LoVe this one 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂