Forest Lord For S.J.Gardner Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

As I walked out beneath the moon
I heard that old compelling tune
The Pipes of Pan that faintly play
have power to steal my will away.

The old God rules the forest yet
I know he does I can’t forget.
I was forced to follow the sound.
Although I know he can’t be found.

Unless he chooses to reveal
he is alive and well and real.
To tell the truth I found it odd
For Pan is a forgotten God.

He has the power to overrule
with music as his only tool.
My hardened shell of disbelief
and in some way grant me relief.

From all the woes which trouble me.
So for a little while I’m free,
to leave reality behind.
For long enough to still my mind.

I might be only fantasy.
I’m well ware that it could be
Although I try I can’t explain
the forest is till Pans domain.

Then suddenly the music ceased.
I knew that I had been released.
I still cherish the memory
Of the night Pan played pipes for me..

28-Oct-08

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