in whose dreams do i tread

remember the smells
of ages passed
ancient aroma dwells
in neglected crevasse
rehear the sweet sound
when you came face to face
with ten thousand spines
as you walked on holy ground

that hallowed hall
upon south broad
the endless diversions
of this precious nook
thanks to the proprietors
ms. press and lewis-moors
for stocking great lores
opening many doors

each time i would enter
lightly would i tread
upon the many dreams
spread under my feet
always something new
something i hadn’t read
oh to unlock the dreams
stored in each book

when i went on my way
and one of the ladies
headed to the atlantic
there still was diversions
and now after all this time
in this age of pad nook and fire
i’m still grateful to them
and all they inspired

while some collected cards
of all kinds of sports
i rejoiced in a rainbow
of hundreds of bookmarks
each time i would go
and adopt a new book
a new cherished bookmark
my progress would show

aside from the libraries
in which i would hide
the bookstore diversions
held a fresher side
so many new stories
and facts they did house
through glorious pages
i’d gleefully browse

so many dear teachers and friends
were found between bookends
in the dreams i would softly tread
and reap such delight
in all that i’d found
as i came face to face
with ten thousand spines
when i walked on holy ground

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One Response to in whose dreams do i tread

  1. Brad Werner says:

    “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.” – W.B. Yeats

    “Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” is a poem by William Butler Yeats published in 1899 in his third volume of poetry, The Wind Among the Reeds.

    This was recited and then beautifully sung by a wonderful choir of 130 singers last night in Paradise Valley (along with Frost, Shakespeare, Burns, and more).

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