Bare My Sole

Amused by the uneven wear on the tread and feelin' poetic and thinking of Yeats:

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats


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 carefully because you tread on my dreams.