sonnet 95 of 210 to my muse...



Sonnet 25/08/03                         DCCCXLIII

Might poet capture muse, with web of dreams
To hold in arms all his desire? He weaves,
Each waking moment: All his nighttime teems
With thought of muse, but for her kiss he grieves.
He wishes he might change the world, to let
All sorrows fade. He wants muse to enjoy
The heaven that she brings to dreams. Hopes set
No limits on desires, nor dreams destroy.
How can he face future without his muse?
He must attempt to bring laughter to eyes:
Her tears wash away dreams. Can he refuse
Even faint chance, to any hope realize?
She is his muse: He seeks only her smile.
But he will dreams enjoy, at least a while.