The Love of Pan and Luna

Oh thou, who art Pan,
Whose lust yearns out towards me, The Sleeping Moon
In my Dreams, on the edges of sleep, thru Midnight Sun and at the Noon
I hear Thy pasionate cries of Song, float to my above..
That Thou longest for me, in Love

Know Thou this for Truth, every man that yearns long
For every man is is a Star, created of Holy Song
This space between, will come to pass
And every man shall achieve the Moon at last

Oh Thou who art Pan,
Of Sunlit afternoon eucalypt grove
Skin that is touched with the Sun's bright kiss, in Love
On my lonely, Chaste Enchantress Throne
I hear the Song, over the storm's pulse of the Tides - you and you, alone

I hold my Bow across my thighs
Mystical Music to steer you on
My Song is the Song of longing - and of soft langor and of sighs

As the Thunder booms, and Lightning cleaves the skies
Will you come to claim share to this Throne
Embraced and emboldened, by lips and arms and thighs?

The Lone Huntress has laid aside Her Arrows
The Hunt has lost - its game and its pleasures tame
The only Arrow I now send, with Swiftness
Is the siren call of just One name...