(Italy, 29-07-2009)
Each life spreads its wings
To touch us with a magic
That stays throughout time
Leaving traces of itself
To memorize in our hearts
The beauty of its tenderness
These crimson threads flow
Through to souls blessed
With hope for futures held
A river that nurtures our spirit
Guides our feet on its path
As our fingers trail across lives
~ Fiona Davidson ~
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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 ~