Pan piping

Many years ago, Pan became my Muse – perhaps I need a steadier one these days!

In olive shade
on stony earth
your bone and flesh
and spirit flirt

dark eye
sly feet
quick smile

Your breath notes breach
the ancient wall
to reach this heart
within its hall

bright eye
quick feet
sly smile

My stranger lover brother friend
within your notes my darkness end.
Pipe clear to every nerve and sense
and touch my quickened innocence.