"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
You are
You are my face; no wonder I don't see You:
such closeness is a mystifying veil.
You are my reason; it's no wonder I don't see You,
because of all this perplexity of thought.
You are nearer to me than my jugular vein.