Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

He wishes for the cloths of heaven
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.

-- William Butler Yeats
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very nice Poem, Rich or poor we all have our dreams. hope yours come true
Ah I see another poetry lover! hug
thanks for the comments belle and ter. im not too much into poetry really.. but this one always strikes a chord for me.
:) from a irish man haha
hi belle, yes there are some poems / poets which i can never get or can be such a downer (aka edgar alan poe). so when i find one i really like - it makes my day. head banger
G3,

Cloths of heaven...nice poem. thanks
hey aka.. thanks! its my most fave... cartwheel cartwheel cartwheel
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