And dreams came around you in a hazy rain, you opened your mouth wide to feel them fall

SO much has been said and so much is yet to be said about the power of dreams.  I still love this poem by Yeats, for we have both those dreams during our sleeping hours and those during our waking hours.  For a rare few they might be the same, regardless they represent our deepest wishes, hopes and fears, so please tread carefully.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 

~~William Butler Yeats 

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.