Satyr Song

Insects whir and worldly spirits stir with twilight
(To the faith-full and children chained does this bring fright)
As I wake to whistle with the whip-poor-will
(A lie-a frolicking nymph tripped where I lay still,
So to a more stirring bird my whistle flew).
Oh how Cupid fleeting fletches under my favorite yew!

For us the first dusk lust is a pleasant prelude;
Before us the forest stretches a dew-dappled salad bar
Bustling delicious upon those of all but greenery nude
(Satyr and nymph fires need not be quenched from afar!).
Thus a clinging couple lingers before another amorous chase
When both will blissfully sing their Lord's praise:

"Stars and fireflies flicker atop the wick of His soul.
Life is light and He loves all lively halos.
Grand and grinning He guards where lovers roll.
Horns adorn His head, haughty and humble to high and low.
Lord Pan passionate grazes gay upon maiden's locks,
All hail the Shepherd who leads no flocks!"

My cloven hooves hop and clomp in cadence
(The Nocturnal teems with themes surmounting defense)
To comelily crunch and crack aromatic, lithe twigs,
Of the upwafting intoxication I quaff great swigs.
Kicking dirt is the best way to kiss Earth;
Pink clay clings to lips tingling under terran mirth.

Diana's silver glory glints across the midnight glade,
(How the exhibitionist excites us dream-time voyagers!)
Beaming a chilly diamond gaze over our impassioned parade;
Nightly the sightly, vigilant Virgin proves a voyeur.
Longing to lick Her, I kneel before the reflection on a stream,
Knowing the Huntress stalks the banks with mortal moonbeams.

"Stars and fireflies flicker atop the wick of His soul.
Life is light and He loves all lively halos.
Grand and grinning He guards where lovers roll.
Horns adorn His head, haughty and humble to high and low.
Lord Pan passionate grazes gay upon maiden's locks,
All hail the Shepherd who leads no flocks!"

My wandering pipes woo night's floral plumes;
(Both organs sensual and resonant to Nature's tunes)
Like the firmament, a black field spread with starlets
Heavenly hair and youthful flares streak over-comets.
I hesitate and shudder before their unfurled powers,
To pluck is to kill and lose those deflowered.

Then eastern princess Eos lifts her lavender veil
To waken the land with rosy cheeks and golden charms.
Bows and curtsies precede as we recede down shaded trails,
A temporal and painful parting of comrades-in-arms.
Within earthen hollows and by hidden hearths we rest;
Short is the day spent dreaming by Gaia's breast.

"Stars and fireflies flicker atop the wick of His soul.
Life is light and He loves all lively halos.
Grand and grinning He guards where lovers roll.
Horns adorn His head, haughty and humble to high and low.
Lord Pan passionate grazes gay upon maiden's locks,
All hail the Shepherd who leads no flocks!"