hmmm... CMXXV is not yet finished...


ok, first of the 172+ to my present muse, an acrostic...


Sonnet 02/04/01                DXXXVII

For all that I might ask to know your mind,
Only the glow of smile, and light of eyes,
Reaches to dreams: Heart is to reason blind.

Reading your words, I find that I desire
Enough of you to know more than I do:
Before I fall, must I find you inspire?
Echoes of Past remain: Are dreams but cries,
Cold imaginings too old to be thought new?
Can I ask that you kindle in mind fire
After heart has been burned? Would hope be true?

Let all my hopes and dreams of desires wait:
You must decide how much of heart to show.
Not all my words can alter future Fate:
No chance for verse, unless some muse I know.