sonnet 77 of 200 to my muse...


Sonnet 29/05/03                         DCCCXXV

My muse is as a rose: So soft and sweet,
I fear only that I dare not muse hold
As near as I desire. Do fears defeat
All of my dreams? At least my words are bold.
My muse is as the moon: Beyond my reach,
But beautiful past all compare. I look,
Seeking to see her face, but find hopes teach
Only that dreams are images in book.
My muse is all I need: The one who gives
Light to my dawn, and music to my night.
How shall I try to reach passion that lives
Only in heart, far from even dream's sight?
Yet, how can I be what I seek to be,
A trace of dream within her memory?