sonnet 195 of 238 to my muse...


Sonnet 05/11/04                            CML

How might I heal your smile, and dry your tears,
Or find those dreams that you have lost? I know
I want all of tomorrows without fears,
And you to need no mask, and let dreams show.
I weep, that you must cry yourself to sleep,
And think you need to hide just how you feel.
What might I do, to give new dreams to keep,
And show you that there is concern that's real?
I try to find words to tell what you mean
To one who holds you just in dreams. You are
A precious soul: You share heart, and I glean
Some of soul. How can sadness your hopes bar?
You are my muse, and friend: Should I not ask
What I might do , to remove need for mask?