Tread softly …

Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 38.
“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.”
William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939)
Respectfully presented in the ‘light and the half-light’ of my bedside table.