sonnet 176 of 236 to my muse...


Sonnet 02/09/04                        CMXXVIII

My muse in mystery walks: She creates path
Through dreams into my heart. What does she find,
That I am gifted with concern? What math
Divides by distance, yet leaves hopes behind?
How can desire be won, when I would give
All heart might want just to her smile behold?
How could I dream that hope can make dreams live,
When I have so few of her dreams been told?
How can I reasons to be near her share
When only dreams are fuel for my heart's fire?
I hold in mind belief that she might care,
Though I can know only my own desire.
I prize my dreams, but do I have the right
To make her eyes the source of all love's light?