Could I but take your gentlest thoughts <br />And weave them softly on a loom, <br />Gossamer of purest gold <br />Would make, for me, a rare cocoon. <br />Filled with your dreams I'd hide, replete, <br />And stay the moment of re birth. <br />Preferring darkness, there complete, <br />To light, and unforgiving earth.<br /><br />heather sweeting<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/protected-3/
