Hasten the stars through this patch of blue;
wrap a shawl of sunlight around the frozen moon.
Shine a light, the golden one
right inside the underworld,
of mermaids and sirens and the cyclops's world.
Do anything and everything tonight
to reawaken the secrets, the mysteries hidden
in the stories read in the brand new story-books
with the curious smell of printing ink and polished covers.
The thinnest new curtains of the finest lace
of snow-white fabric crumpled into a dainty crease,
let them hang over the window-sill,
as Peter Pan and Wendy fall in love,
and I shall tell my darling all the tales
that live inside the story-book shelf of my mind.
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