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Ballad (20)

Where have you run to, muse of mine
That I cannot smile see?
How can I hope to words refine
From dream, that verse might be?

Where have you gone, that dreams are blind
To all that heart desires?
I cannot follow: Might hopes find
The light of your eyes' fires?

What will I do, without the thought
Of you seeing my wit?
How will I know if words have caught
Mind's eye, to your dreams fit?

Who else could I dream of, and tell
The world I prize as muse?
You fill my need: You cast a spell
Beyond what my hope choose.

When will I this soft moonlight share
With one who makes it shine?
How can I dream that you would care
To hold your hand in mine?

Why do I question all? I know
I have no choice in this.
You are my muse: Though my dreams grow,
You decide if we kiss.

13 Aug 2003