Dancing To The Great Pan’s Song

A poem in honor of the Great Horned God Pan.

Green meadows sweet
A cushion under feet
Daffodils shining bright in the sun
This spring has begun

Breezes sway the young spring grass
Play afield both goat and a*s
Heavy with kid, burden dear
The playful Pan never to fear

Sing this day a joyful song
To the host of nature’s throng
Dance merrily in erotic pursuit 
To Pan’s great musical flute

Flitting high on wing this day
Is it butterfly or is it Fay?
Lights buzz around, and the circle swells
Shining through the dells

Pan’s hooves beet the ground
Setting the percussion, moving sound
Stirs our spirits on, singing soul
A wonderous sight to behold

Dance, dance the circle bare
Satyr after maiden fair
The wheel of life moves on still
With love and light our souls to fill

Late into evening dark
We’ll soar like an eagle but sing like a lark
The whole of woodland’s avid throng
Swaying to the Great Pan’s song

Till at last exhaustion prevails
We lay on ground to ringing bells
To cuddle in love's embrace
To honor Pan after the chase