Tuesday, April 17, 2007

...but I being poor have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet.
Walk softly, for you walk upon my dreams.

- W.B. Yeats

1 comment:

Karen said...

This is why I am hesitant to leave comments for your art...Some people write poetry, and are quite good. But you are a poet, and sometimes leaving words for a Poet's work is like putting one's fingerprints on a Monet. It feels something like that...