He wished for....

[TheAppleOfGodEye]

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's 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 for you tread on my dreams.


by W.B. Yeats

For me thos poem means alot to me.