Aware Of The Clarion Call
© Surazeus
2025 12 24

If child of the mountain calls out my name,
now too aware of the clarion call,
I shall follow sparrow of honesty
on snow-crested meadow where angels dance
to find where she dwells in cave of illusion
till her words give shadows bodies with faces.

Over and over at bright flash of dawn
I wake from artificial world of dreams
to follow the same path every new day
through repeated incarnations of hope
till I learn how to navigate the world
and return alive to haven of faith.

I row my white boat on the surging tide
beneath the Milky Way in the blue sky,
drifting past lone laurel tree on the shore
where tiny hare watches me with black eyes,
for I have no mast to tack in the wind,
nor have I paddle to return to land.

I wander dark and troubling days of gloom
through misty vapors under cloudy skies
because Nature denies courage of hope
after brutal battles are fought and won,
so my languorous heart aching for love
wilts from forlorn blast of cold winter winds.

Though vexed by anguish of my heavy thoughts
while I linger long hours in blasting winds,
I cast my eyes about the frozen world
for warm light hidden inside gleaming ice,
paralyzed by doubt the more I seek truth
that flitters elusive as the cave bat.

Guided by eyes of Prudence that shine clear
as stars through tangled web of leafless limbs,
I urge my body forward against gusts
of hungry wind with spirit-flash of hope
to find mountain ash berries frosted white
and blackberries that sting my tongue with joy.

Sweet comfort I find in ache of my heart
as I huddle in wolf-fur cloak all night
with no companion but the silent moon
who whispers my secret name with stream waves
that ripple over white stones of my heart
till sparrow appears with beam of the sun.

When child of the mountain calls out my name,
I wake from dreamless death of silent night
to stand with ache of love for eyeless trees
and stretch my body to the starless sky,
then cry when you appear from swirling mist
and give me hot loaf of bread from your heart.

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Orpheus sings with relief when Ophelia finds him near the mountain cave where he spent all night by the moon-frosted stream.

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