Someday these persistent dreams of mine will be realized
And my believing for ages will not have been in vain
My ancient dusty legacy will finally bear its sweet fruit

Then I will sleep as soundly as a weary bedded traveler
Serenading into the night with a rhythmic snoring
While the dust of my heart settles like a gentle silt

The seductive moon and the silent cognizant stars
Will bear witness and nod their unreluctant approval
I will have the just validation of my installed dreams

And then each and every soul who ever lived will know
Every nuance of every cherished secret I have ever kept
In the reliquary containing the dust of my heart

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