Reveille

This page is under construction. The page will introduce concepts about “waking up”. Here is a brief poem for your enjoyment while I am writing content for this page.
That to which the mother
whispers the child awake
rings not from yon tower,
but time’s four-tongued stake.
The seasons’ threads, e’re weaving,
reveal the form to take,
and Dreamchild in its finding
has found a man to make.
Copyright 2017 Elias Alias