HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTH OF HEAVEN

To Ramy


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


Thanks for your smile, and incondicional company.

W.B. Yeats