Pan hides in suburbia
But he stalks the midnight streets
Bringing amorous dreams
With secret smiles.
Some people say he is dead
They must have no sense of smell.
Some say he’s the devil
To tempt you into hell
But I know he is magic.
I heard his thrilling music
As it flew along the wind.
I fell under his spell.
He got in my hair and tangled it,
He made me feel free and real,
He whispered on my skin.
There is no danger in Pan.
He brings nothing but good,
Pleasure is no sin.
Pan never caused a battle
Or shattled anyones feet,
He dances with joy
In a dervish whirl more wild
Than a tornadoes spin
And brings in a summer breeze.
He sets all the leaves to dancing
And flickering with beautiful light
High up in the branches of trees.
He makes brooks babble
And babies laugh at nothing.
He shines in lovers eyes.
If more people followed Pan
The world would be more wise
The Dreaming Path 
Amazing poem full of vibrant life and absolutely right and natural. Just like the sun that shines in the day hours, the moon that watches us in the night hours , the rain that pours from the clouds and the wind that blows from the sea. In the same way Pan is alive and between us. Right and natural. Vibrant old Pan with his goat feet dancing around the world trying to make us forget the ugliness, the hate, the wars, the destructive actions against the nature and instead to remind us that the answer to everything is L O V E . Universal love, lovers love, parents love, love for all life.
Poet Moon….all your poems are wonderful but this time . this one feels like the absolute essence of joyful life. Life dedicated to love and what one does “under influence of Pan ” . Zilion times better then any …. artificial influence… AMAZING.
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