of night and light and the half-light

by Rhiannon

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.

The salt spray that hangs above the crashing waves here makes for a halo-like effect at dusk (and dawn actually) that is out-of-this-world beautiful.

Above: one of my favourite poems by William Butler Yeats. Strange, I read it first at 17 and it didn’t strike much of a chord with me, but as I got older… well I guess we all know what happens as we get older. :-)

Forever <3