the WB

[lil_mc_p_plush]

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.

Comments

[wolfmudenaugen]

I was rather touched by that bit of verse, and intend to look up more by that poet.

[the_great_owl]

that's really cool.