Be certain-sure that the full
Treasure-moon also rises; that
elven-blued stars wing across autumn skies
In the rich fairy lands; the realms we
May be lucky enough to glimpse
Only behind our eyelids;
Beyond our fragile, tip-toe dreams.
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