sonnet 216 of 247 to my muse...


Sonnet 24/1/05                            CMLXXIII

A storm approaches, but thought of my muse
Gives all the shelter heart requires. Dreams hold
To springtime smile: I find dream can refuse
To let snow and wind make me think world cold.
Her eyes show warmth enough to melt the ice
That drips from pine. Might I have chance to share
Her bright regard? Dream does not quite suffice,
To give me heart's desires, but I still care.
Snow does not cover dream, yet, I remain
Too far away to hold her within arm.
How can I share the warmth that hopes obtain,
To muse comfort, protect, and keep from harm?
She offers hope, reasons for dream, and all
That I desire: How can my heart not fall?