one of my loves
I won’t deny that I adore poetry. This one is "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W.B. Yeats. I don’t know why I suddenly obssess about dreams. Did you know that you dream less when you are stressed out? So if you haven’t been dreaming at all lately…………. hahah. Yeah.
"Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
