He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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

Other poetry

Its not the way you think
Its not that I want to hurt
Its just a wrongly put effort

Its not that I mean to offend

Pyar Ne Sharabi Kar Diya

 

उसने होठो से छू कर दरिया का पानी

My Babe....

Together we may struggle

but without you all I feel is pain.

Sometimes I may seem

Love Throughout Time

Time is like the wind,

Slow and smooth.

Time can change swiftly,

Fast and

Special True Friend

It has meant so much

Having you as a friend.

You will always be a part of me

The Mirror

My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,

for today I discovered an old man starin

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

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I remember your brave face through all the pain,
The day you told us and I tried to remain sane.<

Finding Hope

I've always viewed life from the sidelines,

Just watching it passing me by.

In th