Sonnet 103 of 214 to my muse - NONE of them political.


Sonnet 29/09/03                                DCCCLII                

I hear in silence far more than I should,
The echoes of my fears. Can dreams ignore
That I am of muse reft? Word from her would
Be sweet, and harvest of my hopes restore.
I see in darkness little of the sky,
With clouds and concern hiding view. I wait,
For dawn and day, and hope that dreams can try
To show my heart what vision might relate.
I taste the longing of desires, but know
Soft lips are beyond reach. The salt of tears
Flavors my dreams: Yet, should I these dreams throw
Aside, when in them some of hope appears?
Should I allow sense to be my heart's guide,
When I can't even my own mind decide?