Monday, 11.31pm
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
-W.B Yeats
"There's a wind that blows in from the north
And they say that loving takes its course"
-Come here, Kath Bloom