He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W. B. Yeats, 1899. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
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.
Tread softly is the first law of EmitDream. Whatever a person spreads under someone's feet here, a voice memo, a recipe, a line written at night, is their dream, and it is carried that carefully.