New Refrain

The melodies flow from his lost love
found again as a weed bending away
from the harsh north wind:
jealousy begets strange children,
river nymph to river reed.

Pan beckons from the vineyard,
grapes ripe and ready with wine.
His pouting lips blow life or suck
all marrow from my resistance,
and seduce with welcomed panic.

Where have you hidden so long?
In what forest or shepherd's haven
have you concealed this prey,
only now to come with your magic
and steal my senses away?