sonnet 219 of 248 to my muse...


Sonnet 11/02/05                         CMLXXVI

Muse walks under bright stars, and fills the night
With warmth beyond the season's due. Eyes glow
With care and dream: Can I think that she might
See how dear she remains, and my hopes know?
Is there chance that these lines might show the hold
Just thought of her has on my heart, or tell
A part of my desire? All I have told
Does not explain even a tithe of spell.
Yet, I still fear I cannot give her all
That would a smile obtain: Should I regret
I cannot keep her in my arms? I call
To her, to try to learn how to dreams get.
I need just shadow of a chance to be
Muse's desire, and I would to her flee.