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 . . .
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. . . 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 . . .
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. . . I slowed under some blue-blushed skies.
I murmured soft, with upturned eyes,
And shimmering where the sunlight dies,
Wove melodies . . .
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. . . 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.
Wow, this piece brings back memories…it must be one of the first ones you published in the private issues of “Expressions”!
The line about the river tearing its garments as it tumbled over the rocks is so very vivid. Also, the way you ended with the river blending into the ocean was a perfect finale.
Just out of curiousity, do you have a river nearby your house? You seem to have taken some time studying aquatic activity! We only have a pond and a few streams near us…none-too-epic, but if you spent enough time near them, you’re bound to see some intersting wild life being drawn to the water sources!