I clothed myself in gowns of blue and gray,
The day the world began.
Across the hills as they all grew,
I danced as swift as falcons flew:
Gazelle in ecstasy, I ran . . .
. . . High on the misty cliffs, I tripped
And plunged towards rocks that wailed of death.
My garments caught, frayed white, and ripped.
Across the stones I stumbled, slipped,
Then rushed on, wild, with ragged breath . . .
. . . I slowed under some blue-blushed skies.
I murmured soft, with upturned eyes,
And shimmering where the sunlight dies,
Wove melodies . . .
. . . Swelled with desire, I hurried on,
Stretching my hands to touch the dawn,
Until my garments caught the sun
And I and Ocean melted, one.
By Mary Faustina