In Response to Plutarch

One for Valentine's Day

Play me through Pan’s pipes
To soft, from memories fall
In haunting echoes of desire.
Pan lives!
His magick reeds yet call
Lover’s wings to even higher ecstasies
Than Love’s brief flight…
And sighs refrain its mist and fire.
Pan is the song of Love’s delight
That plays through lover’s memories
In measure eternal.
Play me through Pan’s pipes
Or play me not at all.
 

Reviews

[MARZ]

reading begets good writing :) amazing how something from so long ago can re-inspire again and again :)

forMARZly yours

[thecoolone52]

i really liked it man, very good job not your normal love poem!!! Orginality it was what i love to read

[Genie]

This is one of those poems I like best -- it keeps revealing itself thru more and more insights the longer I sit with it and imbibe. You've touched a layer of mystery from eons ago that still sings out even now, and for each person it's going to be different. The almost siren-like lure of the pipes still echoes -- like for you, it's necessary for me or not at all.

Beautiful!

[;]

That was great! It flowed really easily! Great read!