Below is the poem,
Light winds
through bullrush greet unfolding dawn and at its gates awaken muse and faun. Within
the morning, shadows' lengths are drawn, and wilderness begins to stretch and
yawn.
As rays like arms
embrace the coming day, a plaintive melody begins to play. It stirs the chords that yearn we stack away, from
temperance it calls for us to stray.
Eight-hundred
years before Herodotus, his hollow reed, pastoral-sensuous, seduced the moon to
dally with the Pan, whose form comprises best of beast and man.
In streaming glen
where fauna makes their home, and forests where the nymphs and satyrs roam, in
sacred caves of mountains rising wild, Polasek dreamed of allegory's child, a
paean song to celebrate our Spring, Arcadian, a mythic wonderling.
Here is the link to his site: http://allpoetry.com/poem/10321347-Polaseks_Pan-by-Mark_Andrew_J_Terry
The poem is beautiful . I feel very honored that he used my painting.
