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In a serene twilight, a man kneels before his beloved, offering his dreams as a precious gift. Their silent connection is filled with love and intimacy, illuminated by gentle moonlight and the beauty of the evening sky.
This is a free interpretation of a poem by W.B. Yeats.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
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.