sonnet 138 of 227 to my muse...


Sonnet 10/03/04                     DCCCLXXXVIII

I drink tea with my muse, and try to learn
What wishes I might grant. How can I give
Her reasons to show smile, and spring return
To eyes, that all of winter dreams might live?
My dreams reach out, to hold her in these arms
Made stronger by her smile. She feeds my soul
With words of caring: Yet, if longing harms
The chance for love, heart never will be whole.
Heart does not ask for all of dream: I know
Not what she would desire. I shall not seek
More than she offers. Yet, my words might show
Some part of hope, and of my passions speak.
I spend the night with muse, trying to find
All I might know, that I can future bind.