To Isolde - A Gift--By Terry O’Leary--France

To Isolde - A Gift

I give to you the morning sun to dance upon your smile

A flower wild among the stones upon a rocky isle,

A lonely wood with hidden paths where we can walk awhile.

I’ll show you where a rainbow lights upon pale liquid lands

Where dew drops paint, the purple leaves deserted on the sands

On roads of simple wonderment within my trembling hands

I give to you a ragged doll, a puppet on a string,

A ride upon a rocking horse, a swallow on the wing,

A ribbon trailing from your hair, a red or scarlet thing

I’ll lead you from the crazy streets, beyond the circus town,

Beyond the smoky memories, beyond the weeping clown,

Beyond the frozen monodies, beyond the woes that drown

I’ll spin you tales of laughter, yes, of laughter on a spree,

Of laughter restless in the sky, of laughter running free,

Of laughter dancing skipping wildly far beyond the sea

I give to you these careless words, arrayed in broken lines,

Adorned, my love, with tempest winds and teardrop salty brine,

In cups of youthful passion steeped in desolation wine

And promise I’m forever yours... if only you’ll be mine.

Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity..."