Swift of mind and Swift of foot Unbound from Earth Each tether cut Unbridled passion Lust for life Flows through your veins An ardour, rife Without much thought Without much care You rise triumphant Extraordinaire A pantheon Can't pin you down You claim star clusters As your crown With poise and grace You spin and wield Your brand of magic A stardust shield Impervious Fear has no place Behold, for Pan Now claims this space A final gesture With defiant glee You kick each universe To eternity
Great poem, Trudi! I like the sexy drawing/painting of Pan, too.
I had a gay friend who adored Pan. I miss my Michael, he was such a great friend. I found him dead after a Halloween party at my apartment in 1993. I haven’t been to a wake or funeral since then, I just can’t look at someone I love dead. They need to outlaw showing peoples dead bodies, so morbid! By the way, the poem was so awesome Trudi, thank you. 🤗