If You Hear the Trumpet Call by Vicente Reyes

If You Hear the Trumpet Call

Mellow is the sun when day is done and I feel the moment come
That I shall again see your pink marbled shades and feel you near.
Your voice is soft and your brown eyes clear and there is a scent
Of some exotic flower you could name but there is no need
For names when all we want to do is inhale each other’s kisses,
As if our souls could blend into one wind, one water, one light.
And we do become as one, for love transmutes the fleshly dross
Into a golden essence that fills all time together with you.
I love you so much I wish I could just radiate it into the wind.
Do you remember the day when on a winding country road
I found a clearing and you were dressed in silk and the light
Was golden on dark earthen fields and on a blanket you laid
Bread and wine and I played the six string nylon softly for you?
My voice yet sings the tune though far we are from the magic
Shared and on that day sent in casual Ritual of the Pentagram
To the four corners of the compass, from the forest hollow
To the edges of the silver sands; from the stony mountain
To the whistling brook; from the spirit filled peaks of sainthood
To the fiery hours of burning youth; from sorrow’s barren desert
To bubbling joy in morning’s blessed fountains. Come to me.
There is a crown on my head, it is not thorny but yet humble,
And here is a new song I carry within that for you I shall sing.
Tarry not a single day even if the chariot of years keeps thee,
But rally the horses if you hear my trumpet call. I seek thee.

Vicente Reyes
April 25, 2004

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