somewhat sille, that's me!

some say that the english language lacks stylistic flourish and accuracy; its rules confusing and inconsistent; imperfect.

but 'sokay.

had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
enwrought with gold 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

he wishes for the cloth of heaven
w.b. yeats