Sorry. Not many sonnets since I lost my muse…




Sonnet 23/03/06                                     ML

A clouded moon in western sky, and chill
Harsh winds show me the dream heart will acquire
Without a muse: All of present hopes will
Fade, and soul can only of cold night tire.
Silence fills dream, and night is cold, without
Thought of her within arms: How can I sleep,
When heart cannot rest? Must all be in doubt,
That I cannot even my past dreams keep?
All that I have are muse's gift, those lines
That hold moments of dream. Are they to fade
From page, or might those words remain, as signs
I once had one who gave my verses aid?
How can I not be sad, to know I've lost
This muse, and fear that will all of dreams cost?