"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
An enchanted hour
An enchanted hour was filched from the hereafter and tossed into the lap of the present, as a foretaste of what is to come. [...] A mystic world, into which we step as soon as we cross the threshold of the porch.