sonnet 135 of 225 to my muse...


Sonnet 26/02/04                        DCCCLXXXV

Are you dryad, angel, muse, to be source
Of what my pen gleans from remembered dream?
What is the spell you hold? What is the force
That just the thought of you would heart redeem?
How can I less than love? I dare not break
From desire born of dream, nor seek to find
A reason I should not care so. You make
My vision whole, if only in my mind.
You are far more than I can see: You form
An echo in my soul, of your sweet eyes.
You are the quiet center, of the storm
That sweeps away my heart, yet my hopes rise.
All I have sought I find within your soul:
How can I not your happiness make goal?