Facinated

I have been completely enthralled in the world of Fan Fiction, specifically those having to do with Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  I imagine what I'm going through is similar to those who get wrapped up in video games which is something I personally have never much bothered with.  I mean, yes, I play but to spend mindless hours staring at a screen is well, pointless.  However, as I write these words I realize that I am doing exactly the same thing; not at this very moment mind you, but I will be in the next twenty minutes or so.  After all, what else can one do after completing a favorite TV show left wondering about all the "what ifs".

If you are wondering why I have a sudden fascination with such fan fiction (the show has long since ended) it it because of Kaizokuko's fanfic Memory on deviantart.  It was left uncompleted and I'm scrambling to make up for the loss.  I loved it and it "ended" on a cliff hanger.  Of all the nerve.  Oh well, such is life.

You Tread on My Dreams

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the  heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

- William Butler Yeats

I have been thinking about quotes lately and this one in particular has been forefront in my mind.  I don't know for sure if that last line is suppose to be, "I have spread my dreams beneath your feet..." or, "I have spread my dreams under you feet..." but I like the way beneath sounds.