Ballad (28)

This dryad remains in my heart,
A muse of rare degree.
How can I keep verses from start
When in heart I smile see?

Her eyes send visions to my mind,
That heart might some hope hold.
How could I ever the words find
To say what smile has told?

In dream, I feel her cheek, and taste
A tear, alone and sweet:
She weeps with joy. Even in haste,
My dreams would her wish meet.

A quiet voice whispers my dream
Upon the page, to rest.
Can my soft words tell what would seem
To be in kiss told best?

My muse is more than I can write:
She is love, life, and soul.
In her I find future, so bright,
That sun is like dark coal.

I do not see my path, but Fate
Will take me where it will.
I can but content of heart state,
For her smile my dreams fill.

                                              05 Sept 2003