sonnet 238 of 251 to my muse...


Sonnet 01/05/05                         CMXCVII

Can vision of muse fill my arms, or dreams
Of those lips give me taste of her soft skin?
I think not: But, thinking of her now seems
Enough to let heart know what hope would win.
Can desire find the words to feelings tell
From such a distance? Am I fool to feel
She is my heart's desire? What is the spell
That dreams of muse are far more than just real?
Can concern for her ever not be right,
That I should try to care less for her smile?
How could I make dream not seek for the light
I find in eyes? Are my hopes now on trial?
Is there reason that I should doubt desire?
Would less than love all of these dreams inspire?