She Has Seen PanA Poem by Mark WallaceOur moribund society is about to be reborn into its own past; the useless civilizing developments of late millenia will be erased.She ascends the marble stair All in white, and wondrous fair, Gentle breeze plays in her hair, While grinning satyrs sit and stare On the steps as she walks past; She will walk until at last She has come to face the one Whose very face leaves her undone; Whose eye is light and dark entwined; Who is not cruel, but is not kind. Whose pipes now sound as from afar, As distant from the times that are, As redolent of shady groves Where once Pan and his satyrs roved. Where once and now again we see Pan plays and waits for company. Her eyes grow dreamy, gleaming soft, All doubt and pain and fear is lost. Escaped now from the worldly wheel, A sighing langour o’er her steals. The gates of life are opened wide, Pan waits upon the other side. His eyes they gleam with hungry flame He will walk ‘midst mankind again. ______ I, outside the circle, wait And wonder what she will relate I see a blush suffuse her cheek; Her lips, as though prepared to speak, They tremble, smile, and softly sigh; Her eyelids flutter, now her eyes Shoot open, and they blindly roll, Her body passed beyond control. Her wand’ring soul resists recall From times that were before the fall. Yet she is flesh, and must return From Pan’s embrace, that sears and burns. But she has seen, all will be changed, Life’s essence will be rearranged. She will beget a newer race, That which decays will be replaced. Inside her belly, more than man: She will bear the seed of Pan. © 2011 Mark WallaceAuthor's Note
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