Cloths

You Tread on my Dreams

The romantic in me has always loved this poem.  I have always wanted to feel the devotion and trust that inspired Yeats but it evaded me for most of my life. The student in me appreciated the imagery and understood the depth of the passion and love that he felt in his cloths of heaven.  The fact that he wanted to put all that he was into them and then offer them as something for his lover to walk upon was something that I loved but had never really felt.  

The submissive in me is celebrating that I have found my cloths.  I have thrown everything that I have and am into them and have laid them out as Yeats did.  My dreams are the most personal, secret and fragile part of me but I trust that my Sir will tread softly on them, and he does.  He takes the vulnerability that I give him and turns it into my strength. He turns what is erotic and hidden and dark into something real that we can experience. He not only treads on my dreams, he feeds my dreams and the cloth that they are becomes one that we walk along together.  He has meant that now I no longer just read the words of the poem I love, but I live them too.  Thank you Sir.

Posted in Submissive Musings.

9 Comments

  1. It is a lovely poem! I can very much relate. It’s all I ever dreamt of, and thought it might not be possible. With M, I had hope. And now, to be so transparent and vulnerable with one another is an unbelievable feeling. It continues to deepen as we grow and evolve. I’m grateful every day. I love how you presented this, Missy. Thank you for sharing. 💜

  2. You gave me a copy of this poem when we first met. My interpretation of words at the time made me believe that you would let me into your life and that I would have to be careful with our relationship. We are still together and the poem’s message still stands as a reminder that what was important at the start, is as a valid today . Your Sir.

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