Ania Grient

He wishes for the Cloth of Heaven
by W.B. Yeats
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.

de Louvetier
Accidentally-on-purpose,
Cavalier dressed in black,
Gallant and nonchalant,
He sneaks from dream to dream,
conjuring up alchemy,
A merchant selling Eternity
for a few drops of blood.

Adam Kadamon
I used to be an angel.
Then I fell, but I fell genuinely,
Willfully diving in the abyss of hell.
I made Satan furious with the bubbles of air.

Then I welled out afloat,
But I couldn’t reach the Sky anymore.
I walk on the water.