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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wind Is Isolde</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warden's bewildered, the watchman's amazed<br>For the gate's standing open, a hole in the haze.<br>The steps are uncertain, the nighttime is crazed<br>And the stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.<br>But lanterns hang vacant in streets standing blind.<br>Though the path is a riddle, there's no need to guess... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lepers are leaping from tombstones of steel<br>Chasing rollaway caskets with luminous wheels; <br>The shadows are frozen, their echoes confined, <br>Twisted time melts at midnight - Take hold of my hand... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ponies of plunder are riding on high<br>As their castaway riders cast stones from the sky.<br>They're mocking the magpies, who pay it no mind, <br>But the broncos are bolting - Just cling to my cape... I'll not leave you behind	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bandits are hiding, the leprechaun's lurk<br>While imbibing dark brews of a hag's handiwork.<br>They're gulping from goblets that goblins designed<br>With a gust of the wind - Woman! Throw your wings wide... I'll not leave you behind	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The orphans and widows are bent in the breeze<br>While a horrified hangman nods, passing decrees.<br>For engines of mercy have come to a grind<br>And they're judging the juries - Just fade neath the night... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tattered toy teddies and raggedy Anns<br>Have escaped to the highways of kid caravans.<br>They're chasing their shadows, know not what they'll find<br>In parades fast departing - So drift with your dreams... I'll not leave you behind	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The circles are swirling, they flash from the crown<br>From the rainbows of summer, the circus in town.<br>The compass wheel's spinning, the minutes unwind<br>And the road is a cyclone - So grab what you need... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gremlins are groping, they know that they must<br>For the sprites and the pixies no longer have trust.<br>They're slinging their arrows at shades undefined<br>But the wind is unsettled - So flee from your fears... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cannons are calling, the piccolos shriek<br>And the druids are drumming while pale pagans speak.<br>They're urging me forward, my senses they've mined, <br>And their march is erupting - Just follow my heels... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vampire steeples, cathedral clocks tick<br>Like the droplets of wax neath a pale candle's wick.<br>Within the night's terrors its flame is enshrined<br>But the glim is fast fading - So scatter your cares... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The looking glass glistens, the firefly glows<br>And the fairies are dancing on tiny tip toes.<br>The midnight's collapsing, which serves to remind<br>That your ghosts will not follow - So bid your farewells... I'll not leave you behind	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind is a woman, she burns like a brand<br>And conceals crazy secrets caught carved in the sand.<br>She whispers her mysteries but leaves them unsigned<br>For the wind is Isolde - I'm raising my sails... I'll not leave you behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q>
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For the gate's standing open, a hole in the haze.
The steps are uncertain, the nighttime is crazed
And the stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.
But lanterns hang vacant in streets standing blind..."></div>
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