He Wishes for the Cloths of 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

Vanaf vandaag voor een onbepaalde (korte) duur in krijttekeningvorm door Anna en Lise te vinden voor de bar choq.