Rivers of Moonlight

I stood amid
liquid moonlight
cloaked
as the Ferry Man,
a phantom in the dark
silent waters
follow me.

A song like
the piping
of Pan's pipes
found its way
into the shadows
of my heart.

Moved by the
the ethereal melody,
a primal force
to awaken the body
once long forgot,
a haunting cry
penetrating
into the soul.

My river
run to thee
and I can naught
but follow
within their wake,

I sail upon my
River Styx,
but it is not to death
I ride, for once
it is life which
has called me forth.

These still
dark depths
flow into the ocean
of your eyes
decloaking me
with a breath.