Moonlit Missive #9: 'He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven'

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths Inwrought 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