Form: Free Rhyme
No love could breathe around my blackened soul,
that night I looked to vivid lunar skies,
a lonely wind of change as life took toll,
I heard the pipes of Pan and whispered sighs.
Where witches dance to Nature's true devise,
the mystic Lady came and called my name,
and magic dreams began to fill my eyes.
Oh Queen of silver light my heart is tame,
this summer night which sparked my soul's eternal flame
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 