Aware Of The Clarion Call

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.