Gift If ever I explain to you how roses leap and dolphins bloom, don't think the things I say untrue. The framing of a small conceit is offered as a gift, a treat, a tiny piercing of the gloom. There is little that I understand. I try but words seem to defeat attempts to name these grains of sand, to find a single, telling phrase that means exactly what it says, a gift to you that lacks deceit. There are ways of staying in the light, there's sanity in things that craze, blindnesses yet always sight. Accept this gift I offer you, these leaping roses dancing blue, these budding dolphins flowering ways.