Reflection

if there comes a time
for reflection
when my time
is past and gone
just some soulful recollection
of the things
in life I've done
I would just point
my direction
in the times
we've spent alone
toward those feelings
of perfection
in your arms
that I have known

I have spread my dreams under your feet.

Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams...

William Holler Yeats