had i the heavens embroidered cloths enwrought with silver and gold light the blue and the dim and the dark lights 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 beacause you tread on my dreams
"i'm scratchting at the surface now, trying hard to work it out, so much has gone misunderstood, the mystery only leads to doubt. and i didnt understand, when you reached out to take my hand. and if you have something to say, you better say it now" Glen Hansard,