He Wishes for Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, enwrought with the golden and silver light. The blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and half-light. I would spread the cloths under your feet but I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams… – William Butler Yeats

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  • I speak to you in colors subdued, tinted with hughes, kalediscopes smashing, dig deep within the earth, feel the solid clay, compacted between heaven and hell, should I return and be grounded, or wait until i have a place above or below this earth.

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