Tread softly …

Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 38.

“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 (1865 – 1939)

Respectfully presented in the ‘light and the half-light’ of my bedside table.

 

Done