He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

[midnight]

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 upon my dreams.

-yeats

Comments

[jenn]

you're so goth.

[midnight]

am i now? sweet, time to break out the black nail poilish and lipstick again.. and hey can i borrow your masscara?

[radical_rani]

lol, i think the poems hot