sonnet 121 of 218 to my muse...


Sonnet 01/01/04                        DCCCLXXI

I find, in muse's smile, all I might need
To face the coming year. The hope she gives
To heart and dream lets me my past verse read
With fewer tears, knowing that passion lives.
I find, in her soft words, a kindred soul
Who seeks to life improve. The future seems
Now waiting for her to make all hearts whole:
Yet, I can touch her only in my dreams.
I find, in dream of lips, only a part
Of what she means to me. She reaches in
To soul, to claim almost the whole of heart:
Shall I a remnant to my sleeve now pin?
She is one I must please: How can I tell
The hope for heart I find, under her spell?